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