Chains

Life can feel like captivity. Obligations, expectations, the endless drive to become, each a link fastening us tighter. But sometimes the breaking comes, and what looks like obliteration becomes the doorway to freedom.

This poem came from that place.

Chains

Chains of obligation,
expectation,
desire to become,
each link holds you captive.
That is not a life,
but fear wearing your name.

Enter the pain.
The emptiness.
The black chasm inside.
It is the access point,
the black hole calling you
into freedom.

Pass through the
illusion of darkness
into light,
where nothing needs a name.
What once claimed
to be real is gone.
You arrive at the only home
that was ever real.

And when the earth
demands you back,
when your feet strike soil
and your eyes open again,
you return as what you are.

No chains.
Only choice.
The illusion gone.
Finally free.