In the depths of the darkest night,
Where shadows dance and hearts take flight,
There lies a truth, unseen, untold,
Of chains that bind, within the fold.
Invisible they may be, yet no less real,
An iron grasp upon the soul, concealed.
With whispered words, they cast their spell,
Confine the spirit, where it used to dwell.
Bound by expectations, society’s hand,
Conforming minds, slaves to its demand.
They shackle dreams, suffocate desire,
Like a flame in a storm, they quench the fire.
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These chains, they deceive, disguise as norms,
Dictating paths, confining in their forms.
They whisper doubt, sow seeds of fear,
Hold back the dreams that long to appear.
But hear this, oh soul, within your core,
There is a strength that yearns to soar.
Awaken, break free, let courage unwind,
Unchain the spirit, the flames will find.
For though invisible, these chains may be,
They have no power over hearts set free.
In the spark of hope, their grip will fade,
And on wings of freedom, dreams will invade.
So rise, oh soul, and embrace your might,
Shatter the chains that bind you tight.
Unleash the passion, let dreams take flight,
For in breaking free, your spirit ignites.
Invisible chains no longer hold your sway,
The power of liberation, you display.
And as you soar, a testament to all,
That boundless freedom can only befall.
Let this truth be known, let hearts reclaim,
The power to break free from each invisible chain.
For in the journey of life, we all shall see,
That true liberation begins within thee.
MARYANN BOSAH 