Are we constantly building
circular walls,
—that we feel safe within
Are the threats contained,
as our minds abstain,
—in our fortress ‘void of sin'
Does the air we breathe,
serve to then mislead,
—forming words that echo back
Now inside a prison
where we must serve,
—as ourselves, we then attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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So we are both prisoner and jailer. Let us hope we'll attack what keeps us from being true to ourselves. Perhaps you may be interested in reading another take on “The Prison within My Heart” on my PH page.