Chains

I’m shackled to it, I’m chained to the wall; I yell for help, but no one hears my call. I’m darkened by it, I’m corrupted to the core; I hold on to it, but what for?

I’m hurt by it, I’m brutally beaten by it; I try to put up a fight, but I move too slow and can’t get in a hit. I’m eroded by it, one day I’ll be no more; it burns inside like a blazing flame, this is no life to live, that I am sure.

Chains which once bound me are now broken; I have newly found freedom, and it almost feels stolen. They were made of darkness and fire, and I was the definition of liar; I broke those chains, and am beginning to ascend higher.

Letting go isn’t easy, I know; but wouldn’t you rather be happy and free, or let the dark flaming river still flow? It was once my master, but now I’ve mastered it; the light inside of me is back and brighter than ever, and it’s now forever lit.

These chains were strong but my will was stronger; the strength of it will also last much longer. It poisoned my mind, and made me dark and caused me so much pain; but I’ve realized it wasn’t in vain.

To know happiness you must go through pain; to feel the rush of dancing in the rain. To know forgiveness you must go through strife; to see the true beauty of life.

Anger is dead in me, and I am well; I will learn from how I fell. I am free from the poison it injected, and will forever live in happiness; ‘twas what I’ve selected.