Unfettered

Beyond this self-made prison of the gallows of my mind,
Sway the flaxen cords on gentle breezes my heart does bind.
The iron gates on rusty hinges remain firmly secure,
Not having moved much over time though intents are pure.

Securing my restraints firm and undaunted they remain,
Never feeling stress to change, as that causes too much pain.
Remaining chained unchanged though I may yet be.
Beyond the prison of my mind, I am still as always free.

Unfettered from my moral agency, I choose to see,
Myself in all my glory much less than I should be.
For through the years, I have failed to realize,
That my ability is not reached by chance, but someone who tries.

My true potential lies behind my own front door,
Not just what others see in me, but oh so much more.
For I am the one within whom my fate and destiny lies,
When I trust in him, my one true Redeemer who daily hears my cries.