Sometimes things are too much.
The stresses of life, the pain of the past, the anxiety of the future...
Leaves us stranded,
Stuck in a cycle.
It leaves us no choice,
But to try and escape.
We hide in the city,
Behind mental walls we build for ourselves,
In an attempt to protect our fragile minds from the dangers of the outside world.
However, the walls aren't as they seem,
For when the dust settles,
We remain anxious, scared,
Stuck in our own defences,
Our own constructs causing us to bleed more than when we started.
Anxiety traps us in our walls,
Says it's too dangerous to go outside.
Fear traps us in our obsolete defences,
Turning them from a gift into a trap.
We're stuck in walls of our own design...
But as we built them,
We have the keys.
You see,
You can escape your own city.
You can escape your anxiety, your fear, your anger,
And you can find yourself in a new place...
Whatever that is for you,
It's gonna be better than what you started with,
Because then, you will be free.
Break down the walls.
Escape from your prison.
And you'll find a new city to start again,
One of positivity and hope.
I guess it's called freedom,
But its up to you to name your new era.
('We build too many walls and not enough bridges.' Issac Newton)
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Dreams and Dangers - A Poem Collection #3
PoetryWell, welcome to my 3rd poetry collection, Dreams and Dangers. This collection is a return to my darker, more literal style rather than the more imagery driven stuff of my last collection, A Burning In The Heart. This collection is about everything...
