Prisoner Is The Mind

Way up in my life adding years to age, I picked notions that I for long did cage, Which when wiser enough was to well think, I cast aside steadily one by one, The inner me when nodded with warm wink: Tell me who does liberate feel, my son! Constricting notions let loose when to flee, Once prisoners of my mind were set free, The jailbirds that’d put a jailor to jail, Holding him captive in a bond-less bind, In no time bolted freedom to avail; Ah, prisoner was none but my own mind! If to forget is setting my mind free, To forgive should be divine ecstasy! _______________________________________________ - Sonnets | 02.09.09 |