Shackled | The Kitchen Sink

Shackled

A poem
by Marina Ragan
January 9, 2015

Memory serves to protect
Promote
Memory serves to correct
Denote

It’s grip can keep you
In an endless
Negative program

Until

It is set on fire
Cleansed
In the flames

Out of the ashes
And into the light
You are now free
To make your own
Memory

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~ by Chris Hibbard on January 9, 2015.

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