Prison

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.

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