How long is this sentence?
Jailed in a world
Of my own creation.
Afraid to break free;
Daily I am tormented
By thoughts and desires.
These rub against me
Like thorns from a tree.
You say: leave them behind.
Move on. You are what
Stands in your way!
O that it were that easy.
Old thoughts, like chains pulling at me.
Wearisome, repetitious living,
In the dark caves of my mind.
O Lord, help me break free
And journey back into the Light;
Leaving myself behind, again.
-SB
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