Imprisonment

sometimes we put ourselves in our own personal prisons. We lock ourselves up and chain ourselves down with an idea or concept. Sometimes it's self doubt, sometimes it's love, sometimes it's a place we've left, or a time we'll never have back, or a person we'll never see again. We let those things trap us, or more like we trap ourselves there with those ideas. We don't let ourselves move on. It's like we're trying to run with cement shoes. We let things or people or places dominate our every waking thought, and somehow we form our lives around it. We dwell. We drown in self pity. We can't seem find our way out of the prison we built for ourselves, when in reality all we have to do is open the door and walk out. We're the only ones preventing us from leaving. We hold the keys. But, We choose to be imprisoned, maybe not inentionally, but our mind's don't let us walk out. Our minds dont think it's possible, but once we've stepped out, we realize how easy it was all along. how the solution was there the whole time. SOmetimes we need a little shove to come to this realization, but with one little step it all comes clear. And within moments we're running out. And as easy as that, we break through our own jail cells and chains.

i've let this become my prison... if only i had the will power to get out.