chains

Instead of chains

vines of ivy, lush and verdant

wrapped around me

binding

rendering me

immobile, unmoving

 

I can feel

the Earth beneath

my bare feet

the wall

against my back

and I have no strength

to break free

and run wild

and loose

from this

captivity

 

I would not break

a living thing

for my own freedom

but this

imprisonment

is akin

to death

 

freedom or death

 

captured

in green

left still

motionless

and somewhat

ornamental

 

a prisoner

a wallflower

captive

in bloom

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