I am bounded in chains, dying to break free, yet sacred if I might.
These chains are what defines who I am and where I am going.
Some chains are bounded to my body, restricting movement in the physical dimension.
Others are bounded to my heart, tearing down my guilt each time I make a wrong move.
Still yet, others are bounded with those around me, we move as one, or we don’t move at all.
These chains don’t break easy, and cause hurt when they are broken.
Some hurt more, and some hurt less, some heal over time, and some never does.
Some makes you wish you’d want to die, while some are pleasant in a painful way. (or painful in a pleasant way!)
The chains that bind my heart is weak, but hurts much more when I tend to falter ,
Which makes it that much harder to break, even if the want is grave.
I hate these chains, yet I am nothing without them, an uncivilized being,
I yearn for freedom, but the chains would question me “What, indeed, is freedom?
Isn’t Free Choice the ultimate freedom? Don’t you have Free Speech to voice your heart?”
“Yet Free Action is in the hands of the Powerful!” I retorted, “Shouldn’t that be the Ultimate Freedom?”
And I could feel the pain pulsating, at every interval the blood rushes through my veins.
I braved the pain, I ripped the chains off my body, screaming silently in excruciating agony,
I tore off the ones that cradled my heart, a tattered bloody organ was what’s left,
Carefully removing the last few chains that had confined me to my world, lest I cause others discomfort,
I finally broke free from the chains, but now shunned away, for I was unlike any other,
Is this the price of freedom? Pain before and solitude after? I looked back in history… and wondered..