The shackles, rusted and decayed,
Dropped shattered to the ground.
The ground, the cold, stone floor,
Chilled by the draft of a new dawn.

The old memories of sunlight and starlight
Blend and meld into this wintery awakening.
I’ve opened my eyes from the brightest dream,
Into the darkness of solitude.

I am scared, and sorely afraid.
Slowly, but surely overwhelmed by the magnitude
Of possiblity and a virgin track.
Oh wander not, hapless heart!