A poem about self punishment and self hate. It fuels our lives many times. Is there hope?
I’ll leave you behind
I bitterly cried
glaring at the mirror
at a face ravaged by pain,
bloated with frustration,
fed with rage and despair
But my child,
a quiet voice said,
there are no chains binding you.
only your fear kept eyes blind
to the radiant freedom
always within – it could not
be chained, or die, just slumbered,
waiting to emerge
The walls, limits, boundaries
are but the product of fear.
true freedom was always
unblemished, held
soul chainer you were only,
the visible reflection of me.
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