Silence is broken!
Years of dumbness is pettiness
To the few words of volition.
Wings, the mind sprout,
And into the skies of possibilities
It flew unhindered.
Dangling chains no more at sight,
Flesh gripped pale by shackles and manacles
Now bathed in warmth and light.
Yesterday's air was stale and chained.
Today blossoms with freshness and balmy.
Totter, hobble, dawdle,
Shake off the claustrophobic ambience
Of the chains.
Swagger, waddle, amble,
Revel in the length of your steps.
Delight at the will freely bequeathed
And chart a new course tethered
Not to the whip.
Scream to the mountain top
And let the deep reverberate
At the newfound voice of the unchained.
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