Poem by Elizabeth Wiles / In The Ords
Life is a song.
Some songs are more upbeat than others.
As much I have hurt, as I look around the world
and through this life,
I am lucky…
the expression of bittersweetness
that I can hear in these notes
evident of a bleakness
and hardships I haven’t known
we are all trapped in prisons
and we drag our chains on the ground
but not all ankles clang in crimson
adding bloody hues to the sound
that echoes in my head
though my chains are not as long
so restricting, this metal thread
that’s been sewn into this song