Slaves To Ourselves
By Andrew Moravick
When most enslaved by feelings inside
Are we really closest to being free?
Pent up in prisons where we can’t see
Liberation laying where slavery lied.
Are our shackles merely made by the mind,
Are we our own masters of oppression,
Our lives a self defeating obsession?
Why when with ease our escape we could find
We stay enslaved, content to be confined
To a known bondage we willingly bind
As we break our backs while teeth gnash and grind
All out of fear of opening our mind?
Yet what wonders would flow when we let go
To live to learn freely all we could know.
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