I don’t want perfect and pretty,
I want rough and raw,
we are delicate.
but we are wrapped up and chained to an idea that does not really exist.
we endlessly search for ways to break through the chains before the chains break us.
but the wheel of life does not stop turning.
sometimes the chains get so tight you find yourself gasping for air.
so breathe in and be still.
separate yourself from all you have known to be real,
from what you have been told.
you may be broken down,
but the rebirth is worth it all.
and once you realize that you control the strength of the chains,
you may be freed from it all.