Beautiful Pain

While I’m alive I
seek to try to heal
my cut hands now
numb I always feel.

Turning black the
surface of me dies.
I amputate a limb
so I might survive.

There is nothing I
can do to enlight.
I display all quarrels;
with my life I fight.

Take your restraints
to someone else go.
So I find a modicum
of my own control.

Not too guarded I’m
not now some fool.
I was caged I was I
desired a rare jewel.

Deep down a person
kept bound my steps.
I remember torture I
a hurt I’ll not forget.

A precious stone an
amethyst restrained
it’s purple color I was
drawn but had a pain. 

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