I Can’t be Shackled

Balroop submitted the first poetic response. I hope you enjoy meeting her muse.


“Welcome home,” I hope your adventures are no longer alluring for you.

“Please don’t close that door,” she sprawled on the couch, hardly paying any attention to my smile.

A cold sweep almost knocked me over, and I closed the door.

“Do you want to asphyxiate me?” She leaped toward the French window to get out into the patio and collapsed on the loveseat.

Teenage tantrums don’t sway me. I buried myself into the murder mystery that was more interesting than her shenanigans.

“I know those thoughts! Don’t mess with me; consider me as your blessing. Don’t try to tie me to your strings.”

I looked up in awe, as she spouted:

(Continue reading: I Can’t be Shackled)

22 thoughts on “I Can’t be Shackled

  1. Balroop’s muse is mysterious and brooding, Diana.

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  2. Vashti Q says:

    Great entry by Balroop. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing, Diana❣️

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  3. Balroop’s muse is fantastic and Diana thank you so much for sharing this lovely piece of writing.

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  4. Pink Roses says:

    That was wonderful! Thanks to Diana for sharing it, and to Balroop for writing it!

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  5. I love Balroop’s poetry. Her muse is ahh-musing, too 🙂

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  6. balroop2013 says:

    Thank you Diana for sharing it at your blog, much appreciated.

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