13 September 2026 For 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 59' Poetry Contest Prompt: 'Do With This What You Will' Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
This was mine to hold now it rests within your hands take it where you choose I release the reins to you yet my fingerprints remain. I leave you the key hanging from an iron chain let your will decide which way and when to turn it you know which way I would go. I have said enough old advice has stained the page my will has faltered I can't unring the bronze bell nor choose which echoes to wake. The secret has flown once my tongue unlatched its cage two shadows now fall one behind the mouth that spoke one before the ear that heard. Freedom bruises hands when offered in heavy chains gift-wrapped as free will demanding they themselves choose what each cannot bare to lose. I pass the ember hand to hand in stark silence none can keep the flame alight abandoned in shame when both wills are disowned.
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