Adam’s Chains

I cannot see the day
That you will be free
I can only see
The chains that you strain
Against your willingness
To grow out of past lives.
I can’t tell their strength
But i see them
in all their glorious grey
down pulling sadness.
To know each kiss
Is as each bird’s breath
Brought great import
Like Adam’s fig leaf.
So I don’t see the day
That I will be free
For there’s no chain
But me holding me.
Should I sow a coat
To keep me warm
In my discoveries,
Or do I try like hell
And ask forgiveness
Hoping to expel
That apple?