I am my own jailor
You don’t hold the key
I am colder within
Than the outside of me

I gaze from my cell block
To winter strewn day
I laugh at your feeble
Attempts to dismay

Inside I am frozen
Such deathless, deep dark
That the ice lit by sunlight
Resembles a spark

But deep in my bones
In my corroded old heart
All point is just pointless
All mystery departs

And I have a secret
I may someday share
And with this bleak knowledge
Some others ensnare

But for now I’m my jailor
You think you are free
While I’m seeing the darkness
You refuse most to see

I know I am nothing
Just captured in space
But you’ll see what I see
When in death’s cool embrace

From nothing we come
And to nothing we go
I am my own jailor
But this much I know

When they lay you beneath
The stars’ sleepy glow
You’ll be your own jailor
And finally you’ll know

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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