She was in chains...

Quite some time a younger me wrote this one:

She was in chains...seemed like within four walls of prison
Confinement was her life, solitariness her friend
She dwelt alone with her thoughts in her small world
One day, the tempest arrived...the earth shook
Crumbling and rumbling the doors broke, the chains crashed
It seemed she was confronted with eternity, unlimited and boundless was her vision
The wind touched her face, she breathed the fragrance of nature
She ran wildly, screamed aloud, insanity drove her
She was free, forever free...
But insanity was transient...she heard the sound of chains again...
She felt the pain...tears gushed down her eyes
Running and panting she came back to the walls
All she could see was debris and total destruction
She wondered whether the storm had destroyed her life?
The alarm bell rang and she jumped out of the bed
It was dawn which transcended through the four walls which bound her
So was she dreaming or was it in nightmare?
She wondered in despair...
She went back in her little world where she dwelt in her own thoughts
But then she could hear the chains whispering again
Maybe someone someday would free her
With a mixed bag of hope and despair she continued through the day thereafter