Sometimes, when life just seems to suck, or you get in a funk, questions pop into your head. That is a great time to throw them down on "paper." Even when you feel like there is no climbing out of the rut you are in. Chained Liberation is sort of an oxymoron...kind of like life can be.
Oh…liberation!
Know ye the countenance of a survivor?
What are the spoils of victory?
Are the victorious truly victors?
Do champions fear survivors?
How is victory measured?
In hearts broken?
Or wounds healed?
Oh…liberation!
Oh, the untamed ganglion of diabolically charged nerves
That cyclone torrentially through my body!
I beg thee be still, lest I succumb to thy wrath.
The fears of the unseen, unknown, and uncharted
Dance before me as though I be shackled – doomed…
Lo! I wield my mighty sword! No, a dagger. No…stick…
Fearlessly! No, mercifully. No…unsurely...
I cry.
Oh…liberation?
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