This is a poem I wrote last year about a month after my dad died.
Chains
I feel so damn alone.
I try to break the chains of my past.
But they keep me held fast.
I need to break these chains.
They are damaging my soul.
Scaring and burning me whole.
I need to break them.
Am I strong?
I can’t keep it up for long
I have to break them.
I will not be a prisoner any more.
Even though I fear it will be a chore
I will be free.
From hurt and pain
And there’s something I’ll gain
And with Rich at my side,
I will be strong too
And prove my love for him when I say I do
Stephanie Eckhardt
October 25th 2008
