Chains

It's a dark in here. I can't see clearly. 

I think I steped on something sharp... I don't know if I'm bleeding. 

Do you think there are snakes? I don't want to get hurt. 

 

Wait, I think I see light!

It looks beautiful... 

Why can't I move?!

Why am I crying?!

I have to meet the light!

Please let me go...

 

no...no...no 

It can't be

 

I'm back at the start. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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