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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.
© KohylahPiper 2015
