Freedom

There's an unsaid line
that has the habbit
of playing in my mind
the reminder of our
inability to run from
everything.
Some things are anchors
that we drag behind us.
Heavy weights
we struggle against
but no matter how hard
we try or fast we run
they're chained to us.
Attached to our bones.
It's not always visible,
some people see it--
they look past the cringing
the gritted teeth,
the obvious exhaustion;
and they know what's there.
There is one who sees
who also holds a key.
And if you'll let him
get close enough
he'll unlock you
and eventually break the chains.
in the end
you'll be stronger with him
walking with you
than you could ever imagine
all those years
of dragging
and then the pure
freedom
of nothing holding
you back.