All the devils that you don't know
The perspective of a halo is a shackle. It's what binds a seraph to it's principle.
Mine was often misconstrued as that of the Valkyrie. The maternal figure at the end of life, the rescuer of lost souls.
I've spent my time running from the moniker lately, rightfully so, but without such a grounding burden my will has gone unchecked. It's painted it's wants in the halls and watched them spring to life. But without purpose I can't claim entitlement to them. Nor would I ever truly want to.
Life is simpler when under that cuff, it's more clear cut. But I certainly must walk through a world made less beautiful because of its restrictions.
My growth rests now not in finding new chains. But learning how to live in a world without them, a more gorgeous one, that owes me just about nothing. It's certainly was something that would guarantee rewards. As above so below, a reward only occurs with the antecedent of law.
Tonight I'll look at the beautiful moon, breathe the beautiful air, and know it's enough that I'm simply a part of its chaotic influence. A force of nature in my own right, and that's how I'll always be.
A storm can never blame the folks who simply seek to weather it.