Self made prisoner – a poem

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    “A prisoner I was, not behind bars or walls
    But trapped within myself, in a comfort zone’s thrall
    I held the keys to my freedom, yet chose to stay
    Locked in a cell of fear, night and day

    I managed a penny, a meager sum to survive
    Sleeping on a bench, with a heart that couldn’t thrive
    I was a captive of my own doubts and fears
    Longing for liberty, through all the bitter tears

    But still I hold on to hope, a glimmer of light
    A chance to break free, and emerge into the light
    To shatter the chains of self-doubt and fear
    And find the freedom, that’s been waiting here

    Someday, I’ll rise above, and claim my liberty
    And leave the prison of myself, wild and free”

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    This is a poem on self restrictions

      AI image of an old prisoner

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