Chains Can't Hold

Chains can only hold you til you drop them.
Tears can only haunt you when they're real.
Lies only stand to obscure your truth.
Guilt only hurts when it's true.
Stand in your power... then move along.

How heavy are those chains?
Who dripped those fake tears?
Why does the lying persist?
Who really bears the guilt?
Stand in your power... then move along.

Maybe you're enchained because you brought the fire.
Like Prometheus,  a good deed caused your binding.
You're not on a rock in the mountains of Scythia.
You cannot save all of humanity.
Stand in your power... then move along.

Your tears are unlike those of Niobe,
They're not borne of pride or scorn;
They'll not turn you to stone in eternal mourning.
Your tears won't flow like an endless stream.
Stand in your power... then move along.

The Pseudea, children of Eris - Goddess of Strife,
The Swarm of Lies, the very Spirits of Deception,
The gossipers, the false testimonies,
They have no feet upon which to stand - they topple.
Stand in your power... then move along.

The Goddesses of Vengeance, the Furies,
will drive the guilty to madness,
until they atone for wrongdoing -
cleansed of their sins...or die.
Stand in your power... then move along.

Emancipate yourself from the chains.
Towel away the relentless tears.
Close out the lies from your ears.
See who really owns the guilt.
Stand in your power... then move along.
Stand in your power... then move along.

©Ellen Pepper 2026