Chains

At one point I fancied my heart wrapped in chains and protected by the logical workings of my mind. I have seen others ruined by a free heart that took them away from their previous designed course, and promised myself that such an affliction would not also be my downfall.

Many times I have thought theses chains to have tightened and their strength to have held my heart back from folly, but I discover now that the chains are not strong. My heart was then weak and already resigned to failure. It only longed for something that it knew it could not have, so it did not fight; it only pressed against the chains in protest.

Why must I be so contradictory as to want my chains to hold back my dreams? I had hoped that by finding distractions to divert my dreams I could avoid that ache and strain of having to bind them. My diversions have only caused more damage. They have given my heart a taste of what it wants, and now it is not content to remain there.

I fear that this gives it strength, and I fear what wild flights it will take when those feeble chains break.