Breaking Chains

In shadows deep, where self-loathing lies,

I grapple with my fractured guise.

A heart once tender, now bruised and scarred,

In habits dark, my soul is marred.

Each choice I make, a prison built,

In self-sabotage, my spirit wilt.

A cycle of pain, a fleeting thrill,

My love turned cold, my heart grows still.

I yearn for change, a healing grace,

To mend the wounds, to find my place.

No longer bound by pleasure’s chains,

I seek a love that soothes, not pains.

The past, a ghost that haunts my dreams,

In every touch, its shadow gleams.

Yet in the mirror, I see the need,

To break away, to plant new seed.

To love the right way, pure and kind,

To leave old fears and doubts behind.

No more defenses in the dark,

I wish to find a genuine spark.

One man deserves a heart so true,

Not masked by lust, but bright and new.

I strive to heal, to learn and grow,

To let real love and trust bestow.

In breaking chains, I seek the light,

To love with strength, to hold on tight.

To shed the past, embrace the now,

To give my heart a sacred vow.