by Lisa Griffiths

Created on: March 09, 2010

Torn and twisted by thoughts that are binding,

My bars are not of metal,

But of compassion.

Emanating false hopes to encourage.

When glimpses of the pain,

Tortured images of what could have been,

Seem to mark time's passage.

Slowly, slowly.

No escape!

To understand that freedom is no longer.

To attempt acceptance of bad choice.

And to what end?

To extend the torture,

To hope for some solace, or peace of mind.

This is what must be, but is it?

Seems but for grace the will is lost.

No escape.

But a light will give hope,

With penned words of release.

More freeing than freedom.

Write on dear brother, write on!

Shed tears as needed,

Cleansing, powerful tears of memory.

Tears for what could have been.

Just write.

Let the words flow and free your mind

Escape? Yes

No Escape? Yes

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