Shadowed thoughts of whispers past

Shadowed thoughts of whispers past,
Every word I dared not speak—
Nor path I chose to tread.
For chains of shadow, bound in salt,
Had held me fast in silent fault—
Yet still… I woke.
The thoughts I feared, I faced them north,
No longer led by shadowed voice—
The river pulled me forth.
In the dark, in the deep,
The bell rang—three… three… three…
And in that sound, I split awake,
My eyes torn wide, the silence cracked—
The mask I wore began to break.
Forged by pride, by ego’s weight,
It fell—no more to hide my state.
I stood.
And there—
the chains were gone

The shadows whispers are no more they sound and sound but hear them I do as whispers of past I am renewed