The prison
09.15.06 (9:13 am) [edit]
The past can have a choke hold
Limiting the power of thought,
Gripping tightly,
A death grip
Cutting off life giving breath.
Bringing to the surface great suffering,
Anxiety,
Fear,
White hot rage
Seeking expression
All clamoring to be dealt with.
Like lenses with a bad prescription
Does our past often cloud true vision
Swallowing those who are its victims
In the prison of subjectivity.