Breaking Chains


Where could I possibly go to reach the sky?
I stand in the woods and sing my song up high.
I’m weighted down by these earthly chains.
Crying to the sun and dancing in the rain.
My heart will over flow but I have nothing to pour it in.
It’s a waste of my inspiration that feels like a sin.
Lost in a busy world I search to find a home.
Places that will stretch me, hear me, and help me feel grown.
I talk to the wind and it whispers to me, there’s nothing holding you back;
you need to let yourself be free.
My potential is strangled; my gifts pushed down.
With no faith around me there’s only darkness to be found.
Hiding in the closet I can see a light through the crack.
When will I let myself be free, without looking back?

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