I dreamed I was in prison

Captured by my past

My habits had caught up with me

My die was darkly cast

My bars were made of memories

And gave me little room

Deprived of any movement

My cage felt like a tomb

I have struggled with my life

And the lessons I had to learn

Denial was my jailer

Grim and blind and stern

And angry beyond measure

And how could I know this

Holding onto anger

Destroys my chance for bliss

I lived through devastation

But was not lost for good

Humility and compassion

Now stand where I stood

My past recedes as always

I get out of the way

I practice love and faith

But compassion holds me sway

PFK

1/06