Commitment, punctured, perforated;
a promise broken can leave open
wounds and fear, a cry for loyalty fell
on silent ears. Spirit bent, joy has
disappeared, heart numb, souls cannot
blossom with hatred on the tongue.
Break the chains that bind let the mind
flee, celebrate life at last you are free.
©2014.annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
A wonderful sentiment, and one which I feel we all strive for – the freedom to be. A powerful poem, Ann.
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Thank you Chris, at my age I should have accomplished freedom, but this is life to have constraints is it not? Have a great weekend. Ann
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Somehow this poem makes me think of Emily Dickinson ~ and that’s a mega compliment!
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Oh my, thank you I am honored, and I work daily to improve my work. I do at times feel that I am all over the place, and hope to one day find a voice that is recognizable when read. Of course after years of reading many works of writers and poets, I must be a melting pot of words. Thank you again, Ann
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Thanks for sharing. It’s beautiful and encouraging.
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Thank you so very much. Ann
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break those chains, indeed
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Thanks Paul for the comment, a thought, a moment, it comes to life on the blank page. Have a great weekend. Ann
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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Thanks again Ron. Ann
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always, welcome!
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sometimes we become our own worst captors
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Excellent thought. Ann
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Reblogged this on nadiaabgzahar.
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Thank you for the reblog. Ann
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