341 Trap

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To be incarcerated is to have no tangible connection to the outside world.

In a cocoon, missing your wings, and never flying home, for the day gifted to you.

You are buzzing alive, like the emaciated body of a butterfly.

Only stimulated will you keep well, to know, to do, and to be.

You have one way out, to conform, as if you are not worthy, nor worthwhile talking to.

There are no get out clauses, like salvation for a winning chance.

Once in the depths of despair, you keep reminding yourself of the worst-case scenarios.

You will have no confidence in the dream of daily life.

You awake in squalor, when before you were tidy and well.

Only a little awakening took advantage of your freedom.

There is nowhere to turn but to get out for freedom forever.

You keep having to change your story of what it is to learn nothing but nothingness.

As if music on your own cannot cheer you up!

As if melodies paraglide the sky, but you cannot afford to.

As if you are made of meteor, and came from the sky, to return once more.

You have both feet neatly planted in the ground.

You tell the truth, and they do not listen.

You keep your guard and be patient.

You learn your lesson, which was understood, but it was out of defence.

Now you are free to go, when you did not need to be picked on, to know what to expect?

You are free of haters, and back in the game, making hey, making life work to pay your way!

Never forget the day you entered the trap. Never forget the last day you left the trap. And close the barrier of self against self. You are finally well, so, celebrate, a little and a lot!

Love AB X

AMEN