Tethered

I want to run. I
Can’t. This collar on my neck
Catches me, holds me

Down. Each time it bites
My flesh, my spirit falls, I
Despair the hope of

Liberty. It will
Be for me no noose, but will
Become my anchor.

This is where I plant
My cornerstone, where I will
Build my strong tower.

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