Free from the chains

There was another bird today,
floating on a golden branch.
It stared at me, and I stared at it.
In its eyes I could see
what he could not see in me.
I could see a sense of peace,
I could see a sense of plan,
I could see purpose in his life.
He could wake and know,
with all of his tiny, beating heart,
that he was free. Yes, I am free,
but am I truly free?

He is much more than me,
free I mean, truly free.
I am caught in the chains of pain,
caught in the chains of hate,
in the chains of destruction
chains that bind me to pain.
I am caught in the shackles of sin,
caught in the shackles of envy,
in the shackles of jealous greed
shackles that bind me to pain.

The bird, the one I saw today
floating on a golden branch, may be free.
He is free from the same chains,
free from those old shackles.
But does he have his own chains?
Does he have his own shackles?
Is he bound, or free?

“Free of the chains”

Ethan Huang

 

Ethan

VT

15 years old

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