The Weight of Freedom

Sometimes we don't feel the weight of everything we carry until we feel its release.

The Weight Of Freedom

A weightless feeling envelops me.

It feels as if my body, though I know better, has ceased to exist.

No.

This feeling stems from more than just the physical.

The burdens and pain that has shackled me have been removed.

My bonds have been broken...

Or soon will be at any rate.

I hold close to me the instrument of my freedom.

Its beautiful in its simplicity, yet horrifying in its purpose and brutal efficiency.

The cool grip of the cold steel is comforting.

Though small its weight is immeasurable.

It seems that the key has taken the weight of my burdens.

I pull it close to me, the instrument of my freedom

Gently, oh so gently, I lay it upon me.

A gentle pull and a roar of thunder follows.

Only silence is left behind.

Silence and the burdens I leave behind.