The chains that bind
Heavy
Immobile
Uncaring
Steel to skin
Cold
Piercing
Bruising
Iron lacerates deeply
Claret
Flowing
Stinging
The captor laughs incessant
Cursing
Spitting
Taunting
Temples throb a pure barrage
Angry
Vengeful
Unrelenting
Veins pulse a river rapid
Power
Strength
Growing
Sinews corded shatter steel
Twisting
Wrenching
Breaking
Husks of steel fall to the floor
Sweating
Gasping
Freedom
There’s an old song by Eagles that says “So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key.”
Sometimes, though, we don’t have the key.
What do we do then?
We make our own damn key.
So many of us drag around chains that make the simplest task feel like a Herculean effort. Every stinking step we take, we beg to be our last.
Our depressions, our anxieties, our past regrets, our physical limitations? Chains.
But every chain has a weakest link.
Sometimes it is very apparent which link it is, and sometimes we have to look a bit closer.
But you will find it. And when you do, I urge you to twist, wrench and pull that fucking link until it breaks. It won’t be easy and it will likely hurt. Possibly a lot.
But once that link gives way, the rest of the chain is useless.
The weight is off you and you can move freer, lighter and stronger. You may be bruised, a little bloody and scarred. But you are victorious.
And if there’s more than one chain binding you? That’s okay. You are stronger now. You rest, you find the next link and you do it again. And again, until every damned chain is broken.
Stay strong, all. You are far, far tougher than this world gives you credit for.
The Beginning At Last 
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