A WINDING DESCENT

Mundane hours I spend trapped in shackles, twisted in a monotonous cycle I can’t unravel As I pull against the chains, the tears in my soul burn for a minute taste of freedom; I can only yearn

The scars in my heavy heart sting when losing another battle, but all of a sudden, the ground beneath me begins to rattle What could this bring? What could this mean? Is this a change, or is this a dream?

Falling faster than I could ever comprehend, dwindling down a winding descent Thud!

I come to my senses, I look around Treading to keep my head above oceans of doubt

Could this be real? Could this be happening? Am I finally free? Or am I imagining? I hit the ground running from the old version of me, who was locked in that stagnant prison of a tree

I try to forget my past, but that attempt didn’t last, For I wouldn’t be here without my tribulations and mistakes, though, in order to move on, I needed to be a sailor leaving pain in my wake

Soon enough, I plant my roots in heaps of healthy land

Fresh, free, and fertile – my new surroundings allow me to stand, So, when the wind blows by and inquires if I miss who I used to be, I’m able to blissfully reply that this change was the best thing that’s ever happened to me

Because without that major fall I would have never grown this tall