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Chains

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I remember a time when I wasn't this, this creature I see in my own reflection. I created worlds and destroyed them at my whim. I slept wherever I decided to rest my head. There was nothing I feared or worried about and I scored over the skies. I painted the moon red with blood and slaughtered thousands in my wake. I wasn't always full of vengeance though. There was happiness in my life and I brought life to thousands, cured and healed those deserving of it. I always did my best for the greater good, even if that required making the tough choices few were willing to make.

I was not a god though. I made mistakes and I failed more often than not. I would betray those who trusted in me, or would be betrayed by those I had placed my trust in. I boasted of my accomplishments while curling up alone and afraid in the dark. Still though, the dark was more my friend than the light. For the sun's rays often did a better job of hiding the darkness of the world while night seemed to. Still though, I thrived in the worlds I created while beginning to wither in the world I truly belong to. Each day I began to become so engrossed in the worlds I created, feeling that I belonged and was wanted more in them than the world where these things were actually true. I was hiding from everything I could so that my realities would not penetrate the cage I was building around me. I didn't need the others, I simply needed the words scribed on the walls of my cage. They were my comfort, my truth, my reality.

But everyone who runs must stop at some point, and I did. I had caged myself and while I imagined my wings spreading out allowing me to soar from world to world, the time for flight had ceased to be in the present. Slowly I began to pull myself out of the cage I had built into the realities that awaited me. I felt the cage shift and transform itself around me, now binding my wings around me in a tight almost suffocating embrace. I, who once flew through worlds without a care, was now grounded and trapped with everything I had attempted to run my entire life from. I could move my wings, and I know that the chains that bind them know are not forever. There are times they are weaker and I can fully stretch out my wings to their full extent and I can tell they have gotten larger since I last flew. However, with the good there's the bad as is always mandated by the rules of this reality. Sometimes the chains are so suffocating I feel the life draining from my very being and try as I might I am unable to scream my frustrations to the world.

This world is cruel and I seem to accumulate hatred more than I remember doing so before. Anger seems to be the emotion my form runs on some days, while my spirit and soul are weighed down by the chains that still consume my form. I speak of these things as if they are the archetype of this world and that every waking moment is filled with the darkness the sun can not penetrate. There are moments when I am sprinting on the ground besides the slow crawl I am barely able to make other days. These moments I can see the beauty of the world and the promises it has to offer me. The moments when this world can be better than any of those I have created in the past. My chains, my burdens, weaken and I am able to experience things I never realized I could.

I had feared that I spent to much time inside the cage I had created that I was no longer allowed to thrive in this world. After all I had spent so much time running from this world and it's responsibilities that I had no way of knowing how to deal with the creations of this world. I ran from this world and pretend that was not my intention. There was no harm in escaping for a little bit after all, or so I told myself. However now I was grounded in this world unable to run away and hide from all the things I wanted to hide from.

My cage, my safe haven is gone now, but it's still here in the chains that ground me in this world. These chains are not permanent and one day I will be able to stretch my wings and soar again in the worlds I create. I've sen it in my dreams and while there are times when it's my only desire in the world to continue dreaming, I know I am grounded for a reason.  There was no one else who created the cage I hid in, or the chains I wear. I grounded myself because I know running will never solve my problems. So I must continue each day to live in this world, and someday even try to thrive. I am needed here, if by no one else than myself. I need to learn how to soar on the ground before I will ever be able to soar in the skies again.
A story that plagued my mind, so I decided to type it out. The ending is kind of iffy, but I still like it overall.
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