Nothing to lose

I grabbed hold of the steel chains

that bonded us together

entwined with my fingers

soft, warm against hard, cold

with a swift movement i attempted

a failure to threw it off me

Since when

no idea

i compromised living

with the comforts of the constraint

till you decided to leave

you were running not to a destination

but to the beginning

where every cycle begins yet again

I couldn't make up my mind

when i stretched out the last finger

to find you nowhere

i knew it was time

that we bade goodbye

and i heard a voice

from beyond the clouds and skies

"you and no one else made the right choice"

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nothing to lose but everything to gain.

the followership i made up my mind to devote to lives up to the statement.

Truly, inevitably, times when you dread doing things you know are appropriate, and instead chose to stick to the metal chains.

You know it's weighing you down.

You feel the weight, but you refuse to acknowledge its presence.

because every one is doing it, and you followed what was "socially" right and acceptable

and forgone the wishes of your Maker

We are puppets that run away from our Master

puppets with free will and emotions

puppets with a beating heart and kicking limbs

we ran away from the One who made us

rebelliously we looked back and sticked out our tongue

in the most juvenile way we screamed in our heads

"away from me away. I just wanna do what i want and perhaps, i'll come back someday."

the dirt accumulates and blinds our vision and judgement

we relied on how we feel, good versus bad

the calibre went wrong and soon when we realised it

we thought it was all too late

"too late to apologise"

naked, we ran back the same home we walked out of

welcomed by the embrace

droplets on sunshine condensed against us

never leave you nor forsake you

the same words painted on the hallway

remained untainted

perfectly written

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So he returned home to his father.

And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming.

Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him.

His son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your son.’

“But his father said to the servants,

‘Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger and sandals for his feet.

And kill the calf we have been fattening. We must celebrate with a feast,

for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life.

He was lost, but now he is found.’ So the party began.

Luke 15:20-24 (NLT)