kemasminda

I ask of you to pause.

To think with care, free from the incessant noise of the world.

Close your eyes—not to escape, but to truly see.

Behold the chains that bind us,

each link a delicate yet cruel masterpiece,

forged with the intent to hold us in place,

to tether our restless souls to a rhythm not our own.

They keep us, without mercy,

on a relentless treadmill of routine,

our steps measured, our pace steady,

but our hearts yearning for something beyond the ceaseless motion.

Reflect on this:

Have we not endured enough?

Suffered the theft of our thoughts,

the quiet pillage of our inner sanctuaries?

Ideas, once luminous and unbridled,

now dimmed, dulled by the grinding gears of conformity.

But then I speak.

And in that act of creation,

a searing heat unfurls within me,

curling, consuming, reshaping.

It fills the hollows carved by silence and suffering,

an untamed force reminding me of what it means to be whole.

Clarity—sharp and unyielding—

pierces through the fog,

exposing the cracks I’ve hidden,

the fractures I’ve feared.

Yet through them, I shine.

Not despite the cracks,

but because of them.

For it is through brokenness

that light finds its way in,

and through that light,

I rediscover the fullness of my being.