The chains that bound now touch the ground. Seeing silence from the underground seems the only way to get around. Links may rust possibly bust but by then another chain appears from dust. Tired, strained loosing strength to make gains. No longer does my shadow show on the ground just the links of chain.
Keep clawing the bounds send those chains back in the ground. Never stop for your next steps bring new air that may shine new lights just over there.
Solitude ain’t always fun when you’re the only one.
In recent events I wonder about pain, struggle, hope and new ways. Always looking to find the why. I am fortunate to have the things I have in life as most people are yet it’s not always enough for some. If your down get help we can’t afford to keep loosing people to dark thoughts.