My Captor



 I’ve been handcuffed to this chain,

Whose grip is stronger than any hurricane.

I fight to escape, but the winds of this whirlwind,

Seem to have won the day.


I’m frail and powerless, yet I enjoy my weakness,

Even as it drives me crazy.

My captor mocks me without pity,

While I search for a way out through a map, compass, 

or a key which is not worn or weary.


My steady heartbeat has given way

To irregular palpitations,

And for a moment, I’m afraid.


The more I struggle to free myself, the deeper I sink,

Entangled in my captor’s web.

He is my addiction, my downfall,

Yet somehow my stronghold.


My captor is my muse and my silence,

My sorrow and my reason to smile.

I am his slave, yet a queen in his arms.


My captor is the most cunning master I’ve known,

Yet I’ve cherished every second in his warm embrace.


Now I suppose I’ve finally found the cause of my madness,

That I am simply a captive,

To this captor called love.




Image taken from - Sovereign Hope Church website

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