My chains are pulling me down.

I wish I could fly the great open skies, the vast planes,

the Universe.

But my wings are too weak to carry the magnet dish

attached to the end of my metal chains.

I am struggling like a captured bird in a trap,


waiting for the pull to loosen,

for the chains to lighten,

for grace’s embrace,

for ascension.

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