A doorframe,
Standing in the endless plane.
The gateway of nothing,
An entrance to walk around.
Little chains
Blocking my entrance to this frame,
But they’re comfortable and tame.
Their blades may cut into my arms,
But I smile, convinced it’s okay.

Entering the frame,
The chains are shattered.
A heart to recover;
Regrow my listless wings.
Expelling the lingering avarice,
I stand, renewed alone.