I live in a prison of my pain
The walls I laid with my own hands
They become strong and resilient over time
Where I dwell within its isolation
Prisms of my tears dangle from above
Reminding me of all the pain I have not overcome
The walls are splashed with shame, grief, and doubt
As its all this prison knows and is about
Shackled up in my emotions I remain
A new layer of restraints is added
As a new trigger, experience,
Or story repeated from my past replays
I become lost among my creation
A maze I built to not evade
When it all becomes too much
And I realize I need to plan my escape
I get lost along the way
Stuck in an endless loop on replay
Being tricked that I cannot be free
For my eyes do not know what they see
This is another trick too
An illusion of the mind
For I am the prisoner
And the prison
I am the guard with the locks
But also the only one with the key
It is not until I can make my peace
With the prisoner within me
That I can then be free
To let others see
The pain I have yet to release
Without one another who would we be
Each day my shackles begin to loosen
As I feel my sense of faith renewing
I pray on my knees
For grace to enter me
About the Creator
Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
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