The Weight of Freedom

The man who cries the loudest to be free,

Is often he who longs for chains to bear.

In freedom, choices weigh relentlessly,

In bondage, peace may rise from hands laid bare.

Perhaps, in yielding, one may find release,

A calm unknown to those who stand alone.

Yet freedom holds a quiet, restless peace,

A burden that the mind must call its own.

Do chains bring comfort, or do they confine?

Does freedom’s path uplift or wear us down?

Both states exist within the human mind,

And neither one is free from thorn or crown.

In chains or freedom, peace and pain persist,

Which one is greater, none can quite insist.