Breaking free

There is a door within,

locked for so long by fear and doubt,

its hinges rusted with hesitation.

But it waits. It always waits.

Each thought, a key to the unseen,

turning slowly, breaking chains

that once held you captive in quiet corners—

whispers of a past no longer yours.

The mind, like a river, flows

in places unknown,

carving paths through rock and silence,

not afraid to change course,

to be free.

With each step, the weight lifts—

not all at once,

but in moments,

in breaths that taste of freedom.

The walls begin to blur,

fading in the light of your own truth,

and the journey is not a race,

but a slow unfolding of strength.

You are not defined by the battles within,

but by the quiet courage to face them.

To walk through the open door,

one foot in front of the other,

and trust that the mind is vast,

ready to break free.