hey guys I found this poem I wrote quite a long time back so hopeful though tentative perhaps the breeze will blow again?

As gentle winds beset my frame almost unnoticed yet true,
And this warm breeze though comforting seems somehow to askew.
The chill of isolation which seems my Security
Within this prison blows the breeze, Refreshing yet untried.
It penetrates and permeates the walls in which I hide.
And strengthens me to shed the chains with which myself I bind.
And so with flesh yet trembling and soul yet cast in doubt,
Find strength in hope tear down a wall this breeze it calls me out!
I’ll stay yet near my prison as I might require its might.
This breeze, this warmth, this sovereignty! could this in truth be mine?
Borne on this Breeze yet haltingly an open path I find.
That leads away as freedom draws; this Prison… is my mind.

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I am moved by your writing. In particular the line,

"I’ll stay yet near my prison as I might require its might."

I find I want that freedom, and feel that breeze, and even walk down that path you elude to but all the while checking to see how far away I have wondered from the might of my prison. Its what we know. Its what we feel safe with. It is as you said ... "this Prison... my mind."

And need to say as well, I haven't teared up as much this week. Even made some tremendous personal progress with therapy and boundaries and all that. And feeling good about that. But I guess today is my "cry day". I realized when I read your poem that no matter how far I walk in freedom, I too seem to retreat to my the prison in my mind. I much prefer the breeze of freedom.

You have touched me with your writing. Thanks for sharing. lol... I need to go cry a bit.

Angels, guy.