Prisons

The door’s loud clank signifies

the guard has unlocked it

I can push through it

and walk in

Each permission

parsimoniously meted:

If not expressly granted,

it is prohibited.

But this is just

the most tangible form

of so many prisons

So many gated runs

we are herded through

Here is my trick:

I won’t fight against these bars

or any others

I will quietly slip out this way:

I will let my spirit fill

until I know

All of me is Spirit

and so I am (materially)

Uncontainable 

Unconstrainible

I will not ask

what I am permitted to do or be

I will let who I am

(all Spirit)

do the defining of me

So, easily,

will I be free.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 12, 2011