For years,
I was prisoner
in a cell
that wasn’t locked.
I held on desperately,
to the shackles
given to me
as justification
of anger,
and of bitterness.
I held everyone accountable
for every trespass,
and sin
made against
and to me.
I screamed for justice!
Because how could
someone treat someone
as insignificant,
and not have to answer
for their words?
How could they
be allowed to get away
with everything,
when I was here
cleaning up the mess
lies made?
I heard…
“the saddest part
of a broken heart,
isn’t the ending,
so much as the start…”
and I wanted to
remain at the start
and fail to learn,
any lesson
of myself.
Because
if I could leave
my imposed prison cell,
I had no reason
for the bitterness
and anger
I had come
to identify with.
Outside,
was the sunlight
my achy bones
and frozen skin
throbbed for
form inside my cell.
It was time to leave years ago.
This place no longer served
any purpose to me,
except to house
a state I could not
support
at the expense
of the sunlight.
Those are my thoughts today. Until tomorrow, Friends!