I bear this weight, this ball and chain
impedes each step with unchecked pain.
The new day dawns yet clouds draw near
reminding me that you're not here.
I try to lift my thoughts, in vain
weighted down by ball and chain-
pretending that I’ll be okay
when my whole life's in disarray.
"One day at a time," I'm told,
and as another day unfolds
I try to break free from this chain
but sink where memories remain.
The wound’s still raw, it doesn’t heal.
I cannot think, I only feel.
my heart lies bleeding in the rain
my cross to bear, this ball and chain.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
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