MY OWN PRISON
In my cell, cell of sorrow,
I hid myself,
Hoping no longer for death row…
In my cell, cell of loneliness,
I occupy my mind,
Thought of worthiness…
In my cell, cell of destruction,
I wait to be free,
Free from the bond,
Of my hollow grave.
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But who holds the key to your release? You do my friend, No one can hold you here, and this is but for a moment in time. Whatever it is ...this too shall pass. Give your sadness and worries to our Heavenly creator and this prison door will open for you to leave.
Prison cells are meant to be broken out of, especially when there is hope.
I agree with Ben. I disagree with your response to him. When you have friends to stand with you, you do have hope.
XoxoX Ron
No, no, no! No hiding away! No shackles and no stone walls to keep you from the world. We must let our lights shine even at the darkest night.
The great part of our existence is that we have the power to change our circumstance. Even when it feels too hard... There is always hope! When we open our eyes and see a new day and are in our right minds that very thing is realized. In that way, we are always free and never prisoners.
You are definetly right Amy, when we are in our right minds, that's when we realize we are always free and never prisoners. It always gets better. We might not think it will at our time of despair, but it does. Yesterday I was going through some things. I was feeling very paranoid and my kodi did not want to work well. I took it out on my boyfriend. I told myself I wouldn't talk to him anymore, but this morning I changed my mind. I guess your mind changes in the morning when you have rested your mind and no longer dwelling on the night before.
You will find release by adopting an unshakable habit for a minimum of 90 consecutive days! Have you gone to visit the Princess? If not, why not? You control your destiny!!
the cell of destruction , we will turn it the other way use it to destroy our sorrow the shackes the chains we will break there is that window too high or maybe its cemented hopelessness hopes painted hidden stolen lost but we will find them back we are humans we are the children of God like the tree that can break the stone with its roots the water that can break the stone to sand we are His children tree and water the high vast sky our siblings WE WILL be reborn from the hollow grave and bring heaven on Earth and in our lives , hugs
we all have emotional issues and i am no exception BUT this so called poem is CRAP and you should leave this site if this is the best you can do these days...It was ME who talked you into writing poetry again because it used to be seamless and NOT Personal.Thumbs down on this one honey.
This is fantastic metaphor right here, girl. Nice use of repetition. The concept is self incarceration, though you are vague as to why and all the specifics. Poetry affords you that option. I really like this.
Feelings of imprisonment suck! Jails, mental hospitals, all that jaz.....I HATE it! I hate it all! I'm NEVER goin' back! Good poem though. (:
Healani