Poem: Grudges

Grudges…

Do you remember

Sleeping in while my heart remained resentful?

Strange and beautiful

What sticks and stones can do.

Living with this burden.

Weighted down by water

I am imprisoned to these shackles,

Confined to their locks.

These links are strong.

Their numbers grow,

My heart grows hard.

Five years time,

Grace flows down.

Across the ocean these cuffs float.

To the abyss they sink deep.

Forever gone,

Broken,

These chains bring me to thee.