Heavy, cold, clanking

The chains drag behind

Exhaustion ensues quickly

And continuously

Cannot stop, always rushing

Tepid metal rubbing, chaffing

Longing for freedom

From the willful chains

Wrapped all around me

What does it look like?   

To be free of these chains?

Wonder, imagine, dream

What a life that would be!

Magic, light, whimsical and bright

Could I ever be free?

Stepping toward what looks like freedom

Shattered

Sounds of breaking glass

Surprised at the wondrous sound

Swivel to see

Could it be real?

Revving into a speedy run

Airy, dancing fun

Unfolding space 

No more bounds

Smiling, joy, amazing fresh air

Peace

Sudden panic

Floating too high

Growing too fast

Upper limit

“Take a deep breath” 

A voice from within

“You can control it,

How fast, how high, it’s yours for the taking,

Just keep breathing and stay connected”

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale 

Exhale

Stillness. Peace. Gently floating.

Looking back it is clear as day

It was I who kept myself imprisoned

The arbitrary chains were in my imagination