Shackles are the Key to Freedom

I hadn’t thought about how I was going to do this, hadn’t thought about it at all when it came to me.

I have nothing on me, not a scrap of clothing nor very long hair. Anything that I might use as a focus has been stripped of me and any time I am with child I have not the energy with which to infuse into the bedding that I am only given then.

In my despair I had overlooked the one thing that is with me always whether I am with child or alone in the tower.

My shackles.

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About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
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3 Responses to Shackles are the Key to Freedom

  1. K. A. Bryce says:

    There is a freedom in submission only few know. Smiles…>KB

    Liked by 1 person

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