Dawning Creations

Come out for the first time,
take in the warm summer air,
the death of winter.
All around are ancient stones and metal bars.

Come outside your walls for the first time,
breathe in the new air,
visualize the old stones, the manacles you’ve left behind,
still attached to their chain.

The death of winter is not mourned.
The sting on your wrists is absent at last.
Though the scars itch every now and then,
it’s only a dull reminder of your misadventure.

Come outside your walls,
your own mental prison,
for the first time.

The manacles you’ve left behind,
are still attached to their chain.
The metal bars and chains are rusting, and concrete is piling in dust heaps in the corner.
As you’re breathing in the new air,
keep breathing, leave behind the skeleton of your old life.

Your new body will thank you.