Shackles

They are invisible shackles that choke the heart,
subjugates our days with much despair,
maintains a journal like diary of our wounded past,
cleaving to our trouble soul with vindictive care, that
supports the acts of mutiny towards our loss of humility
from ever mending, as fatal as shattered glass, greedily
suffocates our sacred dreams with bondage and sheer pain,
hides within the very roots of our list of failures, the culprit of
our ongoing shame. So long as you give reign to these shackles,
the care if unrightfully deserves, it becomes the opportunist that
secretly plays willful mind games on your fallen behalf.