(I wrote this about a year ago and was enjoying reflecting on it and decided to share. Hope you enjoy!)
Recently I became conscious of one of my unconscious rituals that had been going on for several months. Upon waking in the morning, my first awareness was of pain. The next thought was of the cause of the pain and those involved. I would lie in bed, getting furious and by time those hurting feet hit the ground, I was in a quiet rage. Several weeks ago, with coffee in hand, enjoying the morning sunrise, with a bit of the rage still leaking out, I decided I wasn’t going to start my day that way anymore. This poem is what tumbled out in response to that decision.
FREEDOM
Let me out of this prison of self torture
Please stop me from spending all I have, on blaming you and others
Those piercing arrows of pain, I hold tightly
Keeping us both in this prison of torture
There’s not much difference between the jailor and the jailed
In this prison where I hold us both hostage
How can I forgive with this tortured body and mind left behind?
My angst pushes me to the abyss of forgiveness –Freedom
I deserve it
You though are another matter
But I can no longer hold you captive
If I do, there in bondage I remain too
“God help me!”
Casting the gates wide, with trepidation fleeing I release you,
so that I may at last know freedom
A few days after the decision and the poem, I became aware that I now rarely wake up with that pain and certainly not the rage. Very interesting.