To The Weights On My Ankles

I write this poem as an ode:

To the weights on my ankles

Keeping me down

To the whispers in my head

Clouding my thoughts

To the tape over my mouth

Concealing my voice

To the chains on my hands

Keeping them lowered

To the tears in my eyes

Blurring my vision

To the pain in my legs

Assisting my fall

To the blisters on my feet

Making me limp

To all that you've done,

I forgive you.

I’d like to think there are two sides to situations, so once more I declare as an ode:

To the weights on my ankles

Keeping me steady

To the whispers in my head

Strengthening my integrity

To the tape over my mouth

Allowing me to listen

To the chains on my hands

Keeping me calm

To the tears in my eyes

Letting me feel

To the pain in my legs

Building my muscle

To the blisters on my feet

Roughening me up

To the all the scars on my body

For accepting life's hardships

To all the love around me

For giving my life meaning

To all that you've done,

I thank you.