Prisoner to my self
For years I have tried to break out of my family shadow
I fought to be seen
To be heard
Alas to be free
Free to be
Over time I have learned to survive
To keep moving
No matter what
Sometimes I like to think that in control
But I’m afraid not
In the process of breaking free
I created walls to keep safe
That wall became my Sanctuary
A place to hide
I know sitting behind those walls had made me shallow to reality
It sorts of protects me from getting hurt but it also keeps the love out.
How Pitiful? That I built a trap around myself
Sometimes I try to not succumb to fear
Not be afraid to sort what’s behind the walls
Then again was there really any walls to begin with?
I know that’s unresolved pain
I know that even though I am free from things I’ve been running from
I am still cage
I also know that this prison wall started long time ago
It was started by someone else
I just took on their craft
And now once again I am fighting to break free
My gift to myself now is to break out of my mental prison!