The chains on pearly white
are gone, poof, disappear,
allow my teeth to take flight,
The orthodontist did right,
make the pearl squares adhere,
to metal wires so tight.
Glove-clad hands fight
into my mouth through the fear,
unwinding chains like the string of a kite.
My mood is dark like night,
as they tell me the end is near,
my disbelief turned spite.
But lo and behold, the light,
removing my traintrack's rear,
setting my teeth right.
My liberated teeth fight,
just trying to see or hear,
emerging oh so bright
to take on the world's might.
I see nothing wrong with this at all! So it needn't much reviewing, I will say that this was certainly an interesting topic to write on for poetry, and a risky one at that. But you did a lovely job and it came out much nicer than I think anyone may have previously expected, I could almost smell those scented gloves that the orthodontist's have, feel the rubber of it on my teeth. I hated braces, and they certainly were relieving to finally have removed. Well done, keep writing!
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