Chains

In the realm of the unseen, a clink echoes, A sound, a whisper, a chain’s soft jangle, An onomatopoeic symphony of connection, Link by link, in the silence of isolation. Chains, not of iron, but of ethereal thought, Connect us in ways physical bonds cannot. Each link a memory, a shared laugh, a tear, An unbroken lineage of moments so dear. Chains can bind, can constrict, can confine, Yet these chains liberate, transcend space and time. Invisible threads in the tapestry of existence, Weaving stories of love, of pain, of persistence. The clink-clank of chains in the heart’s silent chamber, Resounds with the rhythm of our shared endeavor. Each echo a testament to our collective strength, In the symphony of life, it sings at length. Chains as an analogy for human connection, A metaphor for bonds beyond perception. In the clink and clatter of life’s grand composition, We find unity, purpose, in this shared condition.