Chains and Shackles

By Vikasini. Y

In the realm of freedom's boundless expanse,

There stood a soul, weighed down by chains.

Her spirit, once ablaze with fiery passion,

Now dulled by shackles that held her back.

Oh, the weight of those burdensome links!

Each one an echo of a forgotten dream,

A reminder of battles fought in vain,

And the yearning for a life yet unseen.

Her wrists adorned with iron clasps,

Each link etched with scars of time.

Bound to the past, unable to move,

She longed for a taste of the sublime.

But within her, a spark refused to fade,

A flicker of hope, a whisper of light.

She questioned the purpose of her plight,

And yearned to break free from her endless night.

With every breath, she defied the chains,

And embraced the power of her own voice.

Each word a hammer, each verse a key,

Unlocking the doors of her captive choice.

She wrote of love, of pain, of soaring dreams,

In words that danced upon the page.

Her pen, an instrument of liberation,

A weapon against the oppressive cage.

Through every line, she shattered the binds,

Her words a symphony of rebellious might.

With each stanza, a link crumbled away,

And her spirit soared to infinite height.

No longer confined by the shackles of old,

She embraced the vastness of her own soul.

In the realm of freedom, she found her place,

A testament to the strength to break the mold.

So, let her words echo through the ages,

A testament to the power of the free.

Though chains may bind, they cannot define,

The spirit that yearns to break and be.

For in the realm of freedom's boundless expanse,

There stands a soul, unyielding, unchained.

With pen in hand, she writes her destiny,

And in her words, her liberation is gained.

The dance of shadows reveals the cruel choreography of chains, each step a reminder of

captivity.

By Vikasini. Y