Shawshank

Now I find myself quarantined, confined

Truth is, I've been a prisoner in my mind for years

In the corners of my consciousness are small padded rooms

Where I allow myself to be consumed by my fears

In the voices of others I claim to be my own

Thirty years I've aged, but so few of them I've grown

Feeding into fears of disapproval and failure

Entertaining distractions and delusions of grandeur

Still I've continued to punish myself

For these lowercase l's

Instead of addressing my creation of this hell

In the form of denied truth

Fear

Fear

Fear

Stop.

Do not let this fear become you

Paralytic:

Do not halt your feet from forward-moving progress

Parasitic:

Self-invest your precious energy before it can be drained by someone else

Copacetic:

Accept the grand design, relinquish your need for control

Poetic:

See thru the scope that allows the beauty of life to unfold

I'm not accustomed to the quiet

Her silence whispers secrets in the night

Pull the covers from me slowly

Exposed to my self imposed fright

No need for candles to protect me

I am the creator of my Light

Now I choose to face my shadows

Won't let them take me without a fight