No bars no locks, just open space
In field of happy smiling face.
Pile up those papers like bricks round
No ways can you get all that done.
Fear dispels the chill late at night
Like a campfire burning through to morn-light.
A prison of the mind- most effective is it not?
Sharing my cell with my dear self for inmate
The worst critic for she knows in and out.
A walking prison to it chained-
At every step,
At every thought,
At every breath.
No steel nor bar can accomplish
Mental hell fueled by imagination.
Hotter than the hottest, planet Earth can ever create
Distract it I will till I cannot.
P.S. Featured image from Etsy.