Some are trapped in a physical sense —
some by addiction.
Perhaps worse for some —
entangled by their own mind.
Some are limited by age or infirmary —
others by injury or decline.
Cause not always known.
Everyone’s trap is different.
Some who fight are damaged.
Some lose and become broken.
Whatever the bars are made from —
matters not.
The composite doesn’t negate the reality —
or the sense of despair.
For every one person who escapes their trap —
there are many more who do not.
It is their stories I tell.
“Who am I?”
I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author of scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona,
I am both confident and comfortable.
I invite you to visit my website,
and/or Amazon Author Pages
if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.
Thank you,
Joe
“entangled by their own mind” – Yep! You got me there.
But a beautiful poem by the way. I really enjoyed it. It reminded me of my own thoughts.
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Thank you
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No problem!
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