A new poem that talks about how I sometimes feel trapped by who I am and the choices I’ve made. Rock on Purple Notebook!
It breaks upon the locks
Like a swollen river
A constant battle
As to which force is greeater
When one threatens to overwhelm
The other fights back
Emotion, the cause of war
Sanity, the field of battle
Ego, the sustinance of righteousness
Control, the price to pay