The gate was looming over her
The massive twists of iron and steel
Rust flaking
Causing an amber rain
Rotting from the inside
Much like her mind
This was her chance to be free
Her hands torn and bloody
She wasn’t going to quit
Not today
She willed her body onward
Gripping the metal which moaned in protest
This was her chance at freedom
At life

via Daily Prompt: Gate
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Inspiration, Never quit.
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This is a wonderful piece! Keep up the good work 🙂
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Thank you so much. I appreciate it. 😀
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Wow!
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This is so very thought provoking!
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Thank you so much 😀
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This is such a well-crafted, inspirational poem! Love it!
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Thank you so much for the feedback and taking the time to visit my blog 😀
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The cages we place ourselves inside; I’ve recently removed myself from mine. (beautiful piece! )
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Thank you so much! And I’m glad you removed yourself from your cage. The growth you will see/feel will be amazing.
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So true! It’s been amazing so far. Look forward to reading more of your poetry. Makes me itch to write my own. It’s been awhile.
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You used to bitch about your poetry haha BUT IT’S SO GOODIE ❤
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Haha thank you. I’m just harder on myself with my poetry than anything else.
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