In silence forged, the chains were tight,

Each link a lie, each wrong a night.

The weight of guilt, a quiet scream,

That haunted even a peaceful dream.

I wore it like a second skin,

A war inside I couldn't win.

The mirror showed what I denied—

The truth I buried deep inside.

But morning came with softer skies,

And winds that whispered: “Time to rise.”

I walked where once I used to crawl,

And faced the weight, I let it fall.

Forgiveness was no gift but fight,

A battle waged in darkest night.

Yet as I shed that heavy past,

I found a sky so wide, so vast.

The chain is gone—I bear no wing,

Yet feel the lift that truth can bring.

For guilt may bind, but choice is key:

I chose to fall, and rise, and be free.