Chains Of Our Own Making 2


I had a message from a reader the other day who asked me to post this blog from last year and to expound on the message within. So, I pulled this from the archives and added a bit more to the paragraphs under the poem. It is my express wish that the reader, and all of you, find something worthwhile and helpful in these words. Blessings!


I was going through some notebooks and old writings yesterday, looking for something,  and I came upon one of my own books of poetry, many pages written through out the years. I began leafing through it and came across a poem that had always been a favorite, because it was so raw and intimate, yet every person, every being, can relate to its sentiment. I rarely share my poetry, but you are all so special to me, and I already share my deepest thoughts with you, so I decided to print this one in the blog today. I hope you don’t mind!

It speaks to the thoughts and actions that we wrap around ourselves, that we cannot, for some reason, see they hinder or hurt us, or keep us from moving forward. often, the chains that bind us are the ones of our own making:


Oh dear

Dear self

What chains have I wrapped ’round thee


Bound thee from thy freedom

Holding thee

Lamenting thy true nature

As I stutter and stumble

For the causing of those chains

In rapt attention to their lot

In feverish passion to unravel their mystery

Near forgetting the freedom

Kept within

Haplessly leaving thee bound

from the Desk of MarDrag:

When we become so enamored with the problems, stress and discontent that is in our lives, we can become consumed, with the fury of a focus that is directed on those problems. And within the intensity of that focus, those things become like chains that we wrap around us, holding us tense and rigid. And so, we become enamored with the chains themselves, frantically trying to figure out what they are and why they are there, how to unlock them or lamenting their presence. We cannot tear ourselves away from the chains. And while we fixate on those chains, we forget that within them is where our freedom is held. We forget or are unaware that we are the architect of those chains, the steel worker that forged the links that now keep us held tight and unable to move, or even think clearly. And we may ignore the fact that, at some point, we allowed them to wrap around and hinder us.

But, at any given moment, we have the power to choose to discard them and free ourselves from that which WE have decided we are bound by. We made them, or we allowed them…so we can unlock them. We have the key. We always have another choice…no matter how out of our realm of comfort it may seem…we nevertheless always have the freedom to make another choice.

So, take a look at the chains tethered around you today and ponder at the choice that you might make to discard them. Choices are always abundant. Moving to Hawaii or some exotic place is a choice. You may not make that choice, but it is, nevertheless, an option that is there, as are so many other options available. We may have trapped ourselves within those chains, but outside them and around us, still, is a swirling haze of opportunities, choices, and solutions…if we could look outside just one link…and catch a glimpse. That is all it takes…one glance through one small link…and it can change our entire perspective. Once our sight and focus sways from the chains themselves, then we have a chance to see what we are bound by with a wider clarity, and we can melt those chains away.

Sometimes, we do have to step out of our comfort zone in order to step out of the chains. But we gain that comfort back when we choose to free ourselves. For that is our true nature…a free soul.



2 comments on “Chains Of Our Own Making 2

  1. Chains, so hard to get them off, but so wonderful once we start liberating ourselves from them.

    Good morning and happy Friday.

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