Stronghold of Myself
Each breath brings about
A life enslaved in shadows
Long days of one
And time in scattered pieces
Afternoons hunched over
Depressive secrets shut me in
Eyes open wide,
But always closed shut
My roots are entangled
In the blurriness of the past
Dark and dense
With all my thoughts
But roots only bring life
They raise up a giant oak,
Full of life and stability and clarity
The stronghold of myself
Its branches twist into oblivion,
Whimsical innovations invite me
To a revival of myself,
Of new chances and experiences
The trunk nurtures my growth
For without the crown of thorns,
It is just a sapling,
And it could not hold me.