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Self imposed prisons have me enslaved to the torments of my mind,
like recycled nightmares that impair my better judgment.
Restoring the conflict within me that debilitates my courage.
Reliving the same images that keep me paralyzed against my demons.
From the day of my conception I've been mothered by my weaknesses
and remain a stranger to my strengths that birthed me.
But I take refuge in hope, while I bathe myself with desire
for deliverance from this self inflicted cell that keeps me captive
and oppresses the natural flow of my mind
bringing chaos to my existence making it harder breathe,
and difficult to conceive....positive notions,
incapacitating my positive thinking, blurring my silver lining
and raining on my cloud 9 turning it to a thick fog,
that conceals me.... and keeps me from the light that kept me warm
and brings me to the night, that kept me torn....
Detached or confused perhaps about the direction I needed to go
Or maybe searching for the information I needed to know....
Or by chance hungry for the fire that freed my flow
and brought order back to this chaotic existence........
� M. Joy - Monday June 13, 2005