Incarnation incarceration
I build prisons for myself Walls that contain me, With windows that open Doors with hinges Doors Without locks Yet still I remain. I become my own jailer And a ruthless one at times All the days I never let me outside I dream of clouds I dream of sky I dream of blue heron And butterflies I can taste the raspberries And the rosemary bush I can remember what it is to be alive I build walls in my mind With comfortable chains At home on my skin I’ve been wearing them so long I feel naked without them I build prisons Yet I am the one who is contained. 7/22/18