Prisons & Prisms

A Poem by StormeLight

What a prison

Is the pressure

Of constant positivity

What freedom there is in humility

We need this to truly heal

I am constantly inspired

By those brave enough

To stop running from

The most powerfully negative

Experiences that make us ache from the soul

They are the catalysts,

In which when we run from

Rob us of the most life changing

Unequivocally beautiful

Experiences of growth and change

It is only familiar to stay the same

One can argue, never comfortable

Looking through colored glass

Repeating patterns of the past

so hidden underneath

Our own self-love and sanity

Utterly, completely, devastatingly, bequeathed