Each day we choose
That which keeps us down.
Caging our own potential.
Each of us
A chimp behind bars
Lamenting the treatment
By the captors
We've established.
Masturbating ourselves
With the our lock’s key.
Self pity, victimhood—
Small Self porn.
We look out
From our Self-
Incarceration,
Feral.
Ready to spear
Any constrictions
With our blame.
Looking for a patsy
To pin on,
The crimes we commit
Against ourselves.
Crimes against our
Throbbing,
Volcanic,
Authenticity.
But when you feel yourself
Rubbing yourself
Raw,
Remember,
You chose this.
Regardless of what's happened,
What if you chose this?
Even this?
Even that.
Ownership,
Awareness,
Your own internal salve.
Slide into ease,
Lube your life with
The balm of empowerment
That only you can produce.
