The chains are tight on your ankles and wrists, they keep you still. You cannot move. But then you break the chains and now you are free. Free to roam the earth and you never need to look back. In your dreams you remember how tight those chains were, you remember the stench of rust and sweat on metal. You wake up with your wrists aching and for a second you expect the tug of the chains on your ankles. With the chains gone you cannot let them go, not because you want them but because they still haunt you. That pain still lingers, the trauma is still their no matter how far those chains are. They are still connected to my wrists and ankles.