I once was bound
by memories that
held the end
to chains wrapped
around my throat
cutting flesh and breath
as I tried to move forward
eyes blurred
to the path before me
feet weighted
with painful steps
though it was easier to be pulled back
then to drag forward
forward I did go
in time, each step became
lighter
the path
clearer
the chains have left marks
that time may never heal
but I can breathe again
the person I am
was born from the person I was
and I am complete
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