
<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Confined, more like a ball and chain</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I’d rather be where the sun hits my face, not where the metal from my brace freezes to my leg</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Sit up straight, don’t lean that way, don’t forget to wiggles your toes, <br>blisters on feet from my brace from being worn for more than 6 hours a day </p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">knees locked at a 90 degree angle, <br>could you blame me for making a major bitch face to get me through the day?</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">counting the hours til I get to pump my legs, feel the blood flowing through my veins</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">relief washes over</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph"><em>Confined</em> they say? I just broke that ball and chain. </p>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Written by Christina Suraci </p>

Confined by Christina Suraci [Poetry]
