The Chains That Were Bound: Preface

The impaired rose which she smells so deeply; it is that of which love possesses...a long untouchable grasp that holds a heart in a compass of all directions.1

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She thinks of he that touches her spirit. He that makes her blood turn pure. Her eyes close with a sad excitement; her arms grasp the air with longing desires to find the man which indeed bewitched this young lass; oh what joy; what bliss it would be, to be upon the rising of the sun, to gaze into her lovers eyes; both in one. Both finally seeing the love that was created eons ago at the waterfall.
Indeed love being a bittersweet with them. Rather death be taken upon her than to suffer this madness. The insanity of distance, the obligation of the almost possibility, the love that wants to be; however, may it ever come to a reality in their lives is the question.
A young girl; searching the ends of time for freedom. A boy crossing the seas of treacherous risks; both wanting to hold to the hands of a tight touch, that they might grab so firm that their hands bleed from love.3

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The want is so strong. However, the will is in question on what the two birds will do? Wait or pursue? Stand or run? Stay or love? One goes south for the winter in the bitter cold of the night. The other waits for time to go forward with head in hands, sitting on a park bench watching the sunrise come and go day by day. The wind doth blow, the storms falter not, guardians hold her back tight with chains on the bench and she can’t get to him.
Tears flow on her gaunt soft shaped face. She’s thrown in frustration., twisting and pulling, yanking and screaming. Yet no one hears. Alone she is for the time to come of the awakening of liberty. Oh how glorious the day will be.5

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A shadow didst appear, a personage gliding on the pier. The shadow looked upon the helpless young girl with a slanted smile and a twisted gaze. The shadow saw the wounds upon the lass’ body; raw where the chains had been, bruises surrounding the areas with black and blue hues, “Tell me what you seek for child, for I must know of this doing.”
“I am bound for my love which crosses the seas. I love him dearly and I know he feels the same. But with the need to be with he that hast not forsaken my soul...I must be in presence with him. Yet the chains which you foresee are my guardians which hold me so. They agree not with my beliefs or my actions. I love a man, and they fear of my verdict. Therefore, to entrust of their thinking I must be bound for many seasons until the right of passage comes. I must wait for that longing day dear shadow. I must wait.”
“I can see your grief child; and you show it well. It flows from your body like an imputing wail. But I must ask you young squire a question. I see a key upon the rail, just there. Is it not to your chains? Why haven’t you picked the liberator up and let loose the chains which pierce you so?”
“My act for not doing this simple act, dear shadow, is an explanation for my unseeing. I see not the key in which you speak of teacher. You say it be on the rail. Do ye see things which I cannot? Because all I see upon the rail is the workmanship of the blacksmith; made of fine and dark iron.”
“It be there lass; upon it may be. Look harder dear child. ‘Tis there with regulatory sense. Look deeper into your guardians’ doings. The key has always been there. But as oblivious as you were; the fine key was forever there.”
The young girl looked upon the darkest of the metals forged into the bench. And which to find she; indeed a key the same that the shadow didst speak of. The craftsmanship of the trinket was unlike any other. It was wrapped in a gold twisted frame, creating a fleur de lis symbol. She finally did see the light of her liberator as it shown upon her face, the light indeed did shine brighter than anything she had ever seen. She gazed upon the shadow with tears in her eyes and said with refine, “I was blind dear teacher. I never did see: but how vibrant the light eminesses from it now. So fine and beautiful it is.”
“You can acquire it child and find your dear love. Be liberated and forever pleased. However, ‘tis your will my young squire: you may keep your chains on or leave them on tight. What you may do could affect your great life. I leave you now dear child. You still have much to learn. You will see me again; this is not the last of my visits. I’ll come to thee in situations such as this, but not every time mind you. Your choice young lass; ponder it; your consequences may vary. Careful child, it could be your last.” The shadow did leave and left the girl to ponder. She knew not what to do but sit there in reflection of her situation.
If she kept the chains on, still bound she would be waiting and waiting for the day to surcome; but is it worth waiting ever so long? If she unlocked the chains which had been placed by the evil guardians; free she finally would be but will she ever find her true love again? Across the seas he doth travel; turbulent winds in his path and struggle/ Together they may be, gone from everything. Away they will go and never look back. Forever in love to the land of Emerald Isle.
Then the one thought appears of the counter consequence. She could just stay; sitting there on the park bench, watching everything go by with a great standby. To wait for the day of liberty to come; it’s what every child has in store for their own future. Every one becomes free in time. To cease what they want, to live their own life, to gain more knowledge of the things that comes to them, to strive for a better understanding of the world around them, to know that the time spent in chains; it does indeed end.
Becoming free in time. We may be impatient at times and go through tremulous obstacles
That makes us want to die, but whatever may be the reason is worth it. To be protected and taught by the ones who gave you life. Most of the guardians love their young and want to help them face the monstrous world; the mad world.
She sat there with a blank gawky expression, feeling the queer cold wind hit her frail skin. Making her wounds become gradually numb. Her hair flowed all about her; over the sides of her smooth shoulders, across her weary gaunt face, weaving around the park bench.
She started to cry, her tears hewing white as the snow. Still staring into the distance with eyes tinted crimson, she looked at the precious key with distain wonderment considering her different consequences.7

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Time didst surpass for the young lass. After only a square inch of time since the shadow had left, she said to herself, “I will go and do what I may. For I love this man. No other being have I felt so strongly, so passionate for. I know he may be far across the vast lands, and even the seas, but care I not for what the distances may be. I love him so. Oh so dearly do I love him! My words cannot express to no one how my heart doth feel; this moment in my life, a change I think I have felt.” The girl turned her tender soft face towards the key off to her side. Her heart beats with a pounding explosion. Her brow began to sweat from what she was about to risk. She grabbed it without anymore hesitation, unlocking the sharp, piercing chains which had tortured her for so many years.
As she stood up and let the chains fall to the ground she looked up and saw them.9