Past These Walls

Past These Walls

I was doing time before I got here
Locked down behind bars of internal fear
An inmate of self-hatred and horrible doubt
I ran where I wanted but couldn’t get out
Floating somewhere between dying and dead
I couldn’t get past these walls in my head

Unable to love or be loved was I
Fearful of friendship without knowing why
Uncaring and angry, afraid to take part
I couldn’t get past these walls in my heart

Frustrated and faithless, full of deceit
Torn apart by the sins I chose to repeat
All the time knowing I’d never be whole
I couldn’t get past these walls in my soul

Lost and lonesome, I spent years on my own
Looking for something shapeless, unknown
Focused on the future, but falling behind
I couldn’t get past these walls in my mind

. . . Today I know what it takes to get out
No longer a prisoner of powerless doubt
I am the one who unlocks every door
To live with the living, to love myself more
There is no limit to what I can be
Once I get past these walls inside me!

Written for my brothers at the Drug Farm
September 1996
Mark L.


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