White Walls, Broken Chains

What are these white walls
that press against my mind,
odd to the touch, probing deeper,
like needles seeking to enclose the pain?
Built in shadows of thoughts unspoken,
they rise without end—
no entrance found, no passage to break free.

Or perhaps, is this the exit I needed to find?
A door sealed shut, hidden behind
layers of haze that have bound me tight.
No tools to peel away the veil,
no keys to unlock this mental jail.

Deepening my thoughts, I concentrate—
stilling the chaos, breathing slow.
Bring calmness to my sanctuary,
a fortress forged within my soul.
As the drifting pain dissolves,
dispersing like smoke in cold air,
a sudden clarity blooms—
the riddle shatters, the code is cracked.

My magic is free, unleashed at last,
released from the shackles of my past.
The host restored, the spirit returned,
a flame rekindled where darkness burned.

Hell will be repaid on thee,
for those who sought to imprison me.
I have found the exit, the key to my rage,
and now the world shall tremble
before this new page.

What are these walls that sought to contain,
but instead became the forge of my flame?
The prison I feared was merely a test—
to awaken the power that lies in my chest.

Now the haze lifts, the spell is undone—
I am the storm, the reckoning has come.
Those who thought they could bind me in chains
will soon taste the fury
that my freedom sustains.

Let the white walls fade to dust,
for they could not hold me, could not adjust
to the magic within, now set free—
a force reborn, a destiny.