Breaking through

The rope binding me had to be broken by my work.

The tape sealing had to be torn by my talk.

The chair fixating me had to be shattered by my dreams.

My work, my talk, my dreams had to be stronger than the monster residing in the jungles of insecurity, jealousy. Stronger than the vines of limits,prejudices.

The monstrosity of the society has to be faced one day or another. With hopes , that on my D-day, I’ve enough strength to fight, I push  through the limits and walk towards my horizon of dreams. 

As I tread, I give a part of myself to every passerby , hoping one of them walks besides me in the dark journey of self discovery. The journey despised by many, as it lacks clarity and is filled with uncertainty.

I walk with ease, because every one I come across carries a part of me , I know that if I were to never return from my horizon, the people would surely remember me as their ears would still ring with stories I weaved. 

As I reach my horizon , I wish to see the broken rope , the torn tape and the shattered chair, as these shackles were the ones that pushed the first steps. I hope to see the monster whimper and the vines butcher by the inara carried by the chosen few. The few who dare to see beyond the line. 

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