There were times

where I still wonder.

I wondered if this was the path I'd be most happy with.

I wondered if it was worth

every second

every conflict

every memory

For I'm still wondering

if I am deserving of being here at all.

…The corruption is gone.

However, the shackles on my wrists remain.

In some instances, they feel lighter.

Like it's a recovery from my suffering, my pain, my struggles.

But it remains.

Why are these damned things still here?