Imprisoned

I built my prison not with bricks,Not with metal, wood, or stone.The material was giv’n by foes,But constructed by myself alone.Razor wire does not pierce my heart,Four walls do not constrain my soul;Instead, four letters are all that bind,And keep me from being whole.Insecurities and doubt,Make up the cage that holds me here.Locked away byContinue reading “Imprisoned”