Vault
The Vault
Bound in chains
Such merciless metal
Does tear at the flesh
Like a delicate petal
Torment ensnares
The mind of a soul
Whose innocence similar
To that of a foal
Yearning to run
The wind through its mane
Away from the land
That’s home to all pain
Yet in her cell
Though imaginary, granted
She lives and thinks
Of ideas that were planted
Deep in a heart
So lovingly tender
By those who so harshly
Push her to surrender
She wills to fight
But not with a sword
Yet in a fashion
We all could afford
Her pen is her weapon
With intentions so pure
To face all the challenges
That she must endure
Strength is apparent
With eloquences she says
Such verbiage so sweet
I’ve know, for I’ve written
Poems of sorrow
Of Passion and dreams
The written word speaks
For those silent screams
She is to be treasured
No matter her no fault
You just have to open
Her imprisoning vault