Is having power enough that are named and where whispered like reputation, power, money or pride
We were taught to the things we don’t really own or sometimes they allow us to own our life
Those glittering lights were even dimmed to make it with silver or gold promising unending strength that are never yet permanent…
How others see our face is like imagination thru shifting shadow of fear without basis of judgement
How we own our mind is beyond our control too as we are easily influenced by other’s opinion of us or even glances
How we rise like mist in the morning is like our reputation after one misguided action or something that is meant to last…
Owned with norms from the old and the new, thinking that it holds the key of hoping to free
Money builds us solid walls or guards our fortress to stand tall but sometimes it can trap us beyond we can control
We hoard and even gather fearful circumstances that we cannot escape from dragging us deep when we’re meant to unbound…
No lesser than those they thought they were broken to wield but we find strength that make us healed
No form of misguided trust, nor name nor suffixes or even where reputation is judgement is steered
Freedom lies in the grasp to gain what is really yours, feee from chains unbinded from disdain as finding strength from the truest ground is living with peace…
The path to lasting freedom
Rising above judgement
From external desires
We can and we cannot control
