BREAKTHROUGH.

Not a fairy tail , I was out to carve my way .
Prisoners with gloomy face ,
held their rusty age old chains .
Haunted by the grey clouds ,
clouds of their own insecurities ,
they hurled at me the molds to fit in ,
and join their heigh ho .

Shackles of fear ,
hiding behind their masks ,
were eyes full of tears.

I was the ocean without shore ,
a volcano about to explode .
I was the one hard to tame ,
it was a breakthrough from their age old chains.

Etched on every milestones ,
were rules and limitations ,
a reminder of my boundations ,
because their heart was ruled by the green-eyed monster.
Captives of broken dreams ,
they wanted an army of robots ,
to join their melancholic heigh ho .

They had shackles of fear ,
Hiding behind their masks ,
were eyes full of tears.

I was the ocean without shore ,
a volcano about to explode .
I was the one hard to tame ,
it was a breakthrough from their age old chains .

Always remember you might bleed or cry a million times or you might loose yourself in your attempt to touch the sky but never ever sit on the shore and see the mountains from afar because the invisible chains strong or weak created by our society are supposed to be shattered to pieces .Small or grand doesn’t matter it’s only you who can snatch your freedom and breakthrough from the age old chains.