The Chains are Breaking

Becoming emotionally withdrawn did not happen overnight
Constant cries, disagreements, meditations, and reasonings,
Still to no avail,
Change!

My desire is to be free, away from it all
Discovering a living life full of peace, harmony, and inner beauty 
The process of growth is still important to me.

Day after day the little things go unseen,
like I’m unforeseen circumstances for seeing differences.
Chards of glass scrape away at my heart, but the smiles,
stress, underneath rising pressure!
No time for tears Madame, that is not what strong women do!
Survival in a shameful facade 

Is there  such a thing as a do-over when we discover self-identity,
self-love, or self-acceptance?
Who are you when you look in the mirror?
Do you love who is staring back at you?
Self-hatred through the cracks of reflection is the resentment we feel
from Decisions, Decisions, more Decisions.

Who else can be blamed?
For the sake of innocence, one can constantly question
what is right, what is wrong, what is fair in between.

There is nothing like the mind playing tricks on itself
Emotions high and low screaming in crescendo
but then in the end intuition overrules.
Red flags on the play!
The referee stands strong. 

Do people really deserve second chances?
More than one opportunity to do right or is that sorcery of the mind
trying to rationalize a complete failure,
but who knows?

Falling off of a cliff holding onto the links from a chain
I can hear the metal breaking
slowly, slowly, slowly, but I’m choosing not to fight.
Something in me feels so dead yet so alive and eager to live again
how do I get there, be who I am now, and push towards who I need to become?

Heavy chains, faded chains, rusted chains
What a sore example of one’s inability to change. 
Releasing from the shackles of fear
I embrace the liberation from broken links