Chains

The echo of the chains falling
still rings through the darkness.

You left me to free another;
Told me to follow the light.

The light is so far away
Too far to follow.

My wrists ache
for the metal safety,

That is actually
My death sentence.

I am free to be
anything that I dream of being.

I bend down and feel for the chains.
My hand touches one and then the other.

There is that reassuring click
and I sigh as I feel their weight
on my wrists.