Some with thin, wispy threads
others held by heavy, iron chains
it matters not
given that they all hold you
in fear
or comfort
or playfulness
or dread
dangling your heart over cliffs
inviting your soul to decay
tempting your mind to trouble
far, far away
from the Truth
that is the center…

…unclench your hands, little one
open your heart, frightened child
free your mind, scholarly self
relax your soul, discerning friend…

…let them go
release your grip
and
give wings
to the Truth
that carries you home…