Chains bind the ankles, bind the nervous impulses,
The cold steel stings the warm blooded creature,
In the eyes of the fellow mates,
She ain’t warm,
But a cold blooded sorcerer,
Love for self battles ferociously,
Grinding to strike down the righteous thoughts of the community with sheer will,
A thriving community and yet each living being a lone soul,
Her eyes linger on the trails of the path ahead,
Which path does one choose??
A path dark or a path illuminated by non-luminous sources
A path dark she willed to choose,
As she knew in heart, the light of her soul was her company,
The blazing torch within would reveal all,
The shady and seemingly sinister corners,
The flower laden bed
But underneath, poison ivy and deadly spines.
Yet the soul marches sanguinely,
Knowing the healing drug for all wounds her path could inflict,
The path itself would brew,
Yet as her foot touches the path chosen
The chains trap her, pulling her up, leaving her dangling,
As the path not chosen sends its demons,
Demons that hide in the shadows and blindness of its blinding light,
Pulling the chains intending to leave marks,
Ravenous and soul thirsty,
Thirsty to crush and savor the freedom of soul,
Plotting to drown the traveler in its whirlpool of delusional reality,
Yet a soul as unencumbered and as uninhibited,
As numb to the enchantment of the moonshine,
As untouched by glossy facets of our existence,
Neither fears these fiends of the other path,
Nor is pained in soul by the vicious attacks,
The marks sting, But only if she lets them,
Blinding the attackers with her own luminosity,
She buys time, trapped as she is,
Will she find her weapons to cleave the chains?
Will the winds take her side and carry her to desired path?
Trapped by servile righteousness and yet trapped by hope and will of her soul,
Trapped she is.
Photo Credits:- “Chained soul by Darryl King” /Google