Monday, 6 January 2020

Pardon Me



How 
Bittersweet
To
Awaken
One morn
The 
Sunlight
Penetrated
The bars
Of 
The cell
One has
Languished in
For
A life time

Light
Reaches in
Through
The window

Not of itself
Unusual
In truth
A
Daily occurrence


However today
The refraction
The reflection
The shadow
All occur
Uniquely
Offering
Seeing
Newly

Good news!!
Your
Clemency
Is
Pending
On 
Your
Willingness
To
Swing open
The door

The 
Key
Has been
Under your
Pillow
All along

One
Wonders
Just 
How completely
(and if)
One
Can now
Extricate themselves
From
That which
Is as
Close
As the
Next breath

While
So seductively
Familiar
As to be
Potentially
Terminal

How much
Bearing
Can
Esoteric conjecture
Have upon
Conditioned eyes?

How to
Navigate
This 
Implied liberation
In a 
Society
Built
On agreements
Perpetuating 
Disconnection

Elevating
To 
The pedestal
The fiction
Of 
Doing
And
Worshipping
The God
Of productivity

Key
In hand
The
Doorway
Vanishes
To issue
An invitation

The
Greatest hurdle
Is not
To be
The disdain
He is
So sure
Awaits him
On the
Outside

Solitary
Confinement
Did nothing
To
Convince him
He was
In
Good company

Freedom
Will
Only become
Complete
If
He is willing
To
Love and forgive
Himself

To
And
Without
An
End


R. O'Neill (January 06, 2020)





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