Wanting freedom
No way out
Even though I can scream and shout
No one will listen
Or understand
Why I would even want to escape
They do no see it
Can not comprehend
My life is perfect
Have no reason to complain
They don’t understand
Because they can’t perceive
The bars that bind me
Are hard to see
They are not made of steel
Fortified with hate
Nor are they intended to subjugate
They are ribbons of love and connection
Responsibilities binding me to attachment
This prison Im In is one self made
For I created the world I live in
Although I’m content most of the time
My soul sometimes dreams of a life
Where I can fly!
Written by me. Just now
see ya xx
Oh Angela I don't know what has brought out these feelings of unrest in you but I could have written similar words so many times over the past 50 years or more.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you on this cloudy day - Roll on Summer!
Thank you cathy
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Whoooooo, that's deep.those last two lines would resonate for a lot of use, definitely me too. If only we could fly there is so much more we would do and be and see.
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The line, ‘The prison I’m in is one self made...’ really resonates with me Angela xx
ReplyDeleteHugs to you Angela.
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