I often reflect on the self induced prisons some of us place ourselves in.
The ability we give the pain to continue inflicting hurt on us, long after the episode is over.
Do we allow the pain and unhappiness to continue on so we can feel something? Is happiness so hard to attain?
By uncovering the memories that started the downward spiral, can we shake them loose and dispose of them or do we banish them to the deep recesses of our brain.
In crying there is release, screaming and fighting through it....
Do the prisons we construct
around our souls
protect us from harm?
Does thick skin
of happiness as well as despair?
Are the protective walls
we've built solid
imprisoning life until death?
Can I break through
the tiny crack
you my friend have cleared for me?