Imprisonment of my sentiments and psyche
are as real in my soul
as the steel bars that
isolate the birds that flutter against their own confinement
Rather than choose to explore the darkness inside
I choose to look outwardly for release
Gathering all my strength
I recognize that it will take more
Inwardly, I'm afraid of what is hidden
Outwardly, it's not nearly enough
I must search upwardly to a superior authority
Remembering my childhood
I get down on my knees and pray in solitude
I pray for a pardon for deeds left undone
I pray for misdeeds I may have effected
I pray for the birds to fly free once again…