Personal Freedom- A Poem
Within this prison from inside
Spirits stay silent, away from truth
Emotions entrapped, hide
Afraid of what they could view.
The smell of death that permeates the walls around us
Of those tortured, fallen
From love, from trust
On their knees begging, crawl'n
Struggling to see the light, they must
Search for freedom, stuck in purgatory
Full of nerves, sadness and anger
Overwhelmed by worry.
Nothing left to live for.
Hanging from these chains of souls
Helpless, a prisoner within myself again
Reaching out just to let go
For this darkness to end.
A sudden breeze, a sudden light
A window to crawl through
A miracle at night
One in a few,I escape myself, my cell
Free to roam, to laugh
To feel happy and well
And to know I escaped this wrath
Of my own self.
Rise Above Ourselves
We are often held "prisoners", if you will, by our mental illnesses or even by limitations. Sometimes we'll break free only to find ourselves behind those all too familiar bars again. It's time to rise above ourselves and no longer be held back by those illnesses. We will have our ups and downs. But no longer will be be called Prisoners or Slaves but Patriots and Heroes.
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