Chains

I longed to be away

But the tide kept pulling me back

Drawing me in

Until I loved the chains that held me.

The seabirds soar above,

The waves crash at my feet,

My back against the cliff,

Sharp rocks left and right,

Yet still I can’t leave this wild place,

Still I can’t take the path out,

Escape the misty moors

Or the faint sea breeze that

Permeates the air everywhere.

Cant swap them for

Dusty city streets and

Smog in my lungs.

Can’t leave the scars

Etched into the land,

The sea The country roads.

The towns I lived in – .

The fields I walked –

The roads I used to take –

Littered with heated heartbreak memories.

I long to be away

But the tide keeps pulling me in.

Despite the scars etched into the metal,

I love the chains that hold me.