Woman In Chains
The sullen stars seemed
guardian angels,
looking at me from the half opened sky.
Their stares were comfort of my crying,
as though sending a message to fight,
their wide wings flapped
and took me up
from my cell of chain.
We flew in my dreams,
drifted-
as if the wind heard our laughter.
Every lonely night, they were hanging
on every moon's ray to cheer up my bout:
For my freedom.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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