locked inside a prison
of my own design
languishing in the dark
praying only for the light
never realizing the key
is also mine
#55
locked inside a prison
of my own design
languishing in the dark
praying only for the light
never realizing the key
is also mine
2 responses to “#55”
The prison one really struck me as I have been thinking about how we in prison ourselves and also what truly being free means. Thank you.
Thank you Gwen for stopping by and the kind words. I actually wrote that poem after meeting with my third patient of day struggling with the chains they not only bound themselves in but they didn’t realize they had the means to free themselves from—the key was in their hand!