Shackling Thoughts

These shackling

thoughts of mine,

grew accustomed to

rusted old fetters

of can’t and couldn’t.

I feel these shackling

thoughts of mine,

tightly cuffed to

“I can’t” or “maybe I shouldn’t.”

I see these rattling

thoughts of mine,

clamped my ankles

with great worries of falling.

I can hear the clanking

thoughts of mine,

prickling my imagination

and stopping me from

tasting freedom.

These shackling

thoughts of mine,

has kept my

potential as a prisoner.

Truth is,

these shackling

thoughts of mine

has no truth in it.