But the chains that bind me... are my own.

that part struck a cord with me... it reminded me of a poem that I wrote...

As I sit here in the solitude,
and deal with how I feel.
Caught up by love snares giant hook,
like a fish that fights a reel.

Tethered to an out swept line,
this trap construed by me.
As if its all just make believe,
for it's my choice to be free.

You reel me in, and let me out.
Yet connected, I seem still,
to a never ending battle
against the power of your reel.

~~~those are the first three stanza's
in I poem I wrote called
"A fish that fight the reel"

Its on page 3 of all my poems
I hope its one you check out.

I really like this write of yours you pen your thoughts in vibrant fashion.