Shackled

I have been shackled for so long,

That the chains have become a part of me.

Their weight a familiar sensation;

Almost comforting,

Because their restrictions allow my world to stay small. 

For me to stay safe.

But it seems that there is hope for release;

My jailer doesn't visit me as often anymore,

There might be time to make my escape.

Except I'm sitting here looking at my shackles 

And I realize I don't know who I am without them.

Their weight is all I've ever known. 

So I wonder if I'm a bad person for not wanting to let them go?