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

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