my mind is trapped, Locked inside the Prism of my fears and worries.
the walls are inches thick and hard to break through, hard to escape from.
within the perimiters of this prism is bright shining colours, Happiness and love.
Inside these glassy walls a secret is held.
the person I long to be
the person I really am
but my darkened mind & deep set fears will not allow them to shine through.
I look Down at the Mirrored Floor of my cell and see the person I should be
I feel the way I wish I was free to express,
the way I wish others would unterstand.
I let a tear escape my eyes and close them,
imagining myself beating the walls vigorously with my bare fists.
A loud Crack in my mind Causes my eyes to flicker open
I see a small fracture in the wall and a flood of light sifts through
showering over a small number of people.
they turn to see who I really am,
they see my true colours,
crystal clear like these prism walls.
they smile softly,
and crying with relief I return the smile
feeling free for the first time
the begining of my internal escape.
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Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
