Unchained

Her Mask
My mask, bound by fear
Concrete carapaces of distress
Compelled as shackles-hinging her faith to absence
Sentiments, emotions
Binding a makeshift, yet impermanent guard
To be shattered

Anger
is her weakness
She was ought to be strong,
whispered by the voices intrenched in her skull -
time could only clutch so far
til' wrecked pieces of distraught emerged

A mask
not desired to be detached from the bearer
 unconstrained
wounds exposed and hells imposed
A naked soul bruised by chains
Gripping resent with battered hands

Blame
not herself nonetheless the wall
The wall,
who was tougher.
Encasing infringements at ease
then
crumbled at her feet

Desire
to un-enslave her from herself
and bare the wounds of freedom
while treating the past not as a rival but as one’s alliance

Peace
She will indulge, as tears escape
And feelings unhinge
The beginning is underway
As her body reconciles
Because she is finally unchained