I’ve been called out.
Chains that have gone unnoticed
Are now exposed.
What was once invisible to my eyes is now decloaked.
What a wretch I am!
With this pain comes a chance for growth.
A caged lion may become content in captivity
If it forgets where it came from;
Eyes; the windows to the soul.
What is it that they show?
If peering into these glass marbles
Will give insight, then what is to be revealed?
Chains. When I look deep into the eyes
Of a human being I see chains.
I see them in my own eyes as well
As I consider myself in the mirror.
We drag them around with us,
Oblivious to their weight and clanging on every hard surface,
We strain against them, not knowing
That we were meant to be so much lighter.
Things past have got a hold on the present.
Old war wounds left untreated fester,
So we bandage them with chains and ignore them
Until they become a part of us.
And we forget who we were underneath.
A bird can only sing if it knows it has a voice.
A chain can only be removed if it is realized.
