#42 Bars

courtesy: justintarte.com

How long have you been locked away?

In this prison of your own design

where you saw only the 

faults and deceit

that defined

the makings of the

person you had become

a being somehow

undefined along with

the rest of your broken lines

ones that could no longer 

hold the weight of your

vain imaginations

that ripped your

beliefs to shreds

that became the

faded slivers of your

inspirations.

How long have you been trying to escape...?

The bars of your own making

where your heartache

became a reversal

of mistakes made in attempts

to drown the stench

of your pains

those same ones

you wished to forget

but haven't quite...

just yet.

How long will you hold on?

To steel rods

that you can easily remove

if you 

let your conscience

speak its peice

instead of trying

to deflect the thoughts

you think make you weak

and trying to persist

in the wrongs

that will never be made

right, till you 

let go of the insecurities

sheltered by your pride

and sing the truth of a song

that though feeble

is yours and needs to be heard

by someone who loved you more

than you loved them in return. 

How long will you cry out?

Only on the inside

Not trusting yourself enough

to project a power

that you've hardly used

since its inception.

Look out through your mind

Please.

See what you've been blind to

for all this while

and stop holding on to

the safety that you perceived

to be strength

when they've been

the bars you've built

to voluntarily imprison

yourself behind instead.

  My Inspiration: A pin by +Diane Collet 

 

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