Wings of Release

Wings of Release

The chains that bind are forged in pasts we dread,

Each link a whisper of our former plight,A heavy weight of memories long shed.

To move beyond, we must embrace the night,

Let go of ghosts that claw with icy grip
And trust the dark will yield to morning’s light.

The freedom found is not a magic slip,

But in the act of casting bonds away,From past’s cruel shadows, we begin to rip.

So let the chains fall like discarded clay,

Release the hold of ancient, rusted fear,And let the wings of freedom guide your way.

We soar on wings of chance, with skies so clear,

Unburdened by the past’s relentless grip,Our hearts unchained, our souls devoid of tear.

No longer shackled by the yesterdays,

We float amidst the stars of endless blue
Where dreams can flourish in their wildest ways.

The chains that once were heavy, cold, and true,

Now lie forgotten in the dust of time,As we embrace the freedom, bold and new.

So cut the ties and let your spirit climb,

Release the past and find your open sky,Where chains dissolve and possibilities rhyme.