liberation

i have these chains, you see? and their weight on my neck, (my arms! my shoulders!)is so heavy! its hard to move. hard to breath. im pulling--- myself along. my hair is dragging, in my nose, and clogging my mouth. composed of skinned knees and torn skirts, i am so hurt...im so hurt! and heavy, and tired. a canon ball, is cradled in my stomach. and it aches. it     i barely have the strength to cry, and i just want to give up...please let me just give up...i need to give up... but the pleading whispers are lost in the dark tangles suffocating me. i drop my head to rest. just for a moment, catch my breath. and something- changes. im afraid to raise my head. im afraid to see what is in front of me. i cant do this. i just want to hide. forever. and sleep, or die, anything...  but i cant help myself. and, as i raise my head, i am lighter. i can breath more deeply. i realize, the sun is shining!?! (the SUN?!) and, raising my head, i dont feel that pressure. the cold, dead iron necklace is gone!!!   flexing in the sun, i THROW MY HEAD BACK! LAUGHING INTO THE SKY! and i stand...i can STAND!!!! tears, still flow...each tear is a prayer of joy. a declaration of thanks. a golden suture for my soul. the sun still shines, radiating through me. my hair glowing from it!   then, as i raise my hands, and offer my du'a..... i am free.