He Is

He is, A colossal anchor clenched to my ankles. Constantly trying to drag me downward, into the deep, dark sea of his beliefs. I try with all my might to rise high, to fly the sky, to explore the world and myself, but every time I get lift off and start to feel the lightness of freedom, I feel his grasp clamp down hard, pulling me down deeper into the freezing, bone-chilling ocean. Demanding I stay at the bottom of the icy and isolated sea, giving all my energy, hopes and dreams to serve only him. One day I will break free. I will fly higher than ever before. I will soar the beautiful crystal blue sky, harnessing the ability to fully love myself. Then share that love to help others; The ones who are still trapped in the depths of their own painfully cold, sorrow-stricken seabeds. To collectively skyrocket up towards the divine warmth of the sun, with sensations of such pure love and liberation, that before we only could dream such a minuscule percentage of. Independence and adoration will become our forever, grateful new reality!