Shackles

Just take the first step

The chains are made of dark smoke.

 

The embers died ages ago

while you slept

feet heavy with inertia

and eyes blinded by illusion

that you are cared for.

 

Revolution and rotation

around its own axis

are simultaneous.

What kept you tied down

while the earth moved?

 

Touch the boundaries

where gravity ends.

Non-linear

is the path of life

Go, find your own sun.

 

(The first two lines are the quote. The remaining is an extension into the realms of poetry)

Written for #The Writer’s Quote Challenge