The chains were iron, once polished and bright,
Shackles of choices, forged in the night.
Time has weathered their gleaming facade,
Now rusted reminders of paths once trod.
They clink with each step, a mournful tune,
Echoes of sorrow beneath the moon.
Each link a story, a price she’s paid,
A testament to the life she’s portrayed.
But rust gives way beneath her hands,
The metal crumbles, yields to her demands.
She breaks the chains, lets them fall,
Freed from the weight that once held her thrall.
Her steps are lighter, her path made clear,
No chains to bind, no shackles to fear.
She walks unburdened, her spirit alight,
A testament to the strength of her fight.
Excerpt from “Walk in the Darkness: A Journey Through the Darkness” now available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. https://amzn.to/4hceGY3
