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choice
101 Lyned Epiphenies and Confussions #34
Is it still a prison if it is by choice?
And if by choice –
Do the bars restrain…
Or is liberty defined by more
Than the absence
Of what aims to contain you…
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Buried Alive
I forget the exact steps that bore away the pain –
but I remember that I climbed up from a shallow grave…
For there my heart had buried what it could no more contain,
For there my heart had hidden deep the things I feared to name…
I closed my eyes and so I died to feeling it again…
But I with trembling, grasping hands broke free of grave and ground,
To find that I was lost enough to see what I had found –
That I had slept – but not in death – for I could hear the sound,
Of the heartbeat in my breast that these tears couldn’t drown –
Of the tattered remnants of a hope I had laid down…
I do not say that I am whole for that would be a lie,
But I have resurrected what I thought forever died –
For my own hands had carved the grave I carried deep inside…
And in it I lay down those things from which I sought to hide…
But it did not just take away the pain – it took my life –
The choice to now live again, is mine to decide.