Here I sit vigorously trying to escape from behind these crimson bars of doubt and shame
With yet another thought and looking for someone else to blame
Tears fall from my weeping eyes dropping to the dirty musky floor like acid rain
Hello? Can you hear me why don’t you answer and how can you not see my pain
The echoes of my call flow out me like sharpened daggers opening up the wounds I closed off and left untreated
The vibration of my trembles moves in synch with my beating heart dropping me to my knees suddenly im feeling defeated
The silence suddenly has become louder, the echoes of its present throbbing in my head
Who is that? That familiar gentle voice inside of me? All this Confusion of what is being said
My hands grasping tightly to the bars that have imprisoned me, the essence of all I am trapped and deeply hidden alone in the darkness of the night
Through bleeding eyes of wounded tears I try see through the blur and distortions but nothing, not even the sign of hope or possible freedom is in sight
Nobody is hearing my cry nobody seems to care but wait hold on doesn’t seem like anyone is there, is this a delusion just my own creation of a prison created by unfounded fear
I know I removed the shackles from the chains that bound me they weighed me and measured me I know they gone because I see them near
But yet the staggering pain has dug itself deep into the very wounds that have reappeared and opening up deeper and more prevalent forcing me to accept whats real
To break free means to pull apart the parts of me I tried to hide, the parts that became versions of stories that changed to fit in to something good to feel
To see the light I have to become the light, Embrace the pain and break the chains that I and I alone created as a shield of my own protection
To break free is to accept, to forgive and let go of all that was and all I believed it to be and to do so in a humble confession
Thought is our own worst enemy, it creates the actions that become the parts of us we no longer recognise, it reshapes us into beings of denial and shame
We walk around with wounds we think are deeply hidden yet when we come out we see just how much we had them exposed we gave them a name
That name became doubt, lack of self worth, courage and even stripped us of the freedom we meant to feel to fully complete our journey of self discovery in order to be fully freed
I am enough, the wounds do not shape me, the choices do not define me, I will rise to the beacon of my brightest light, I will be free I will succeed yes this is MY CREED
