Breaking Free

That once mouldable clay,
Of infinite potential;
Now lies dormant; succomb to decay.
An ossified soul; once most celestial;
Charred and baked in the inferno,
Of memories past; of times of old;
No metamorphosis, can it longer undergo.
A barren wasteland, sterile, desolate and cold;
   Encased in a tomb of rigid, suffocating rock;
Crystallized and dead, no inch of growth;
By insipid life, wrestled into deadlock;
To death in life; you have taken an oath.

Strain and wrest, against this deathly tomb;
With all might and vigour, wrestle against those suffocating walls.
Encassed in this oppressive womb;
Gentle creaks through the body crawls:
   Warning calls of its impending doom,
This mould once so steady and firm,
Now straining futilly, in squirm.
These light creaks, evolve to momentous cracks,
These cracks cascade and wind,
Craters and crevasses into the surface it tracks,
Sprouting from one another, branches intertwined.
Encompassing the tomb whole,
A network of mighty roots, laying hold.

One last push, and you can be free;
Lo, an unholy swathe of fear washes over you;
Taking hold of your new hightened soul with glee;
Casting it back to its depths, into the old slough.
   A sudden realisation has taken hold:
Why are you discarding this only life you know?
Why are you leaving the known, the comfort?
Why are you expelling all this effort?
You have no idea what unearthly horrors await;
What lies beyond, this horrored gate;
Outside this holy, loving crypt.
   What will happen when you deviate from script;
What fear, anguish and anxiety awaits outside this refuge.
You cannot fight against the beasts that await,
Remain in the loving arms of your muse,
The will to adventure, do not satiate.

A silence lingers in the air,
All motion comes to a halt.
Lo, a lone melodious rythm, of angelic tune;
Shines its sun 'cross the bleak silent dune.
As a lone candle, in a devouring, dark night:
A temporal tune, granting saintly sight,
Emitting holy vigour from your breast.

'Tis the vigoruos melody, of your mighty heart,
That casts this harmonious chorus athwart:
The core of your being, slicing life,
To the far reaches of your body.

The blood of great ancesters, runs through your veins:
The beat that vanquished a thousand foes, remains;
Coarsing through your bodies core,
Bestowing the strength, might and vigour, of those before.
The blood that has endured tumultuous toils;
Stands firm, eyes ablaze, watching as the demon coils;
The beat that withstood untold tortures, Relinquishing not a word or murmer.

If the blood that endured immeasurable hardships;
Through your veins, pounds and rips;
What unholy trials, can you not conquer?
When within you, strength and vigour fosters.

Your blood has endured hardship after hardship;
Bore endless misery and suffering.
All this: brandishing a broad audacious smile;
For they knew, it was all worth while;
For your prized soul, shall be brought into being.

A new courage begins to swell within your spirit;
Dauntless will, pays a visit;
You realise the immense power, this vessel holds,
The luminous light held within you, unfolds.
You can surely cast back, the most daunting devouring darkness.

You wrestle your nerves, into meek submission!
Again, you are master of your will.
With immense unweildly vigour, you tense your entire being, with ambition;
And strive outward, with the aim to spill:
This corrupt, coagulated blood,
Of that old self: the decrepit husk.

A thunderous bellow, routs all air in sight,
Casting it forth to lands afar,
For all to hear, the glorious battle taking place this night:
A clamour of wills, leaving all with scar.

The mould is shattered, and cast forth with a dying shriek;
The strangling mould, is wrestled from its grasp;
This impenetrable, unbreakable cast,
Is pitifully routed from you, in a panic.
Lumps of rock, hurled through the air, arise;
Cascading meteors, striking the ground with clamorous cries.

You stand bare: for the first time unfurled;
Your body, shivers with chill;
You are struck by the unforgiving cold of the outside world;
That fear and anxiety, strives to push to the surface, angst instill.
You know not, the next step to take;
You have no clue as to how to handle this new land;
Your feeble body and mind, could break.

Yet, reolute and calm you stand.
You now know, you can takle the beast,
Bear any torture or bluster,
With steadfast will and mind, resist;
Withstanding any horrors this world can muster.

As the serpentine snake, sheds its cumbersome skin:
To grow to new lengths, from its suffocating coffin;
As the phoenix, burns up, in its own flames;
In order to arise and burn bright, anew;
You shed this husk of past self, that shames;
And you finally become the truest version of you