no matter how much I travel
the deep ….
….. dark tunnels
of mental discontent
where the many burrows
filled with self-pity
falsely offer
a feeling of solace
to my burdened spirit
yes …… again and again
repeatedly pondering
the never ending extent
of my persistent misery
I’ve realized ~
~ such an existence as this ….
….. this is not really
a sanctuary
for the replenishing of
my soul
rather
a prison
I
need to free
myself
from
again and again
so I can experience fully ~
~ more fully understand
and appreciate
the journey
the lesson held
within the many passageways
that return me
to ….
….. the brighter
more optimistic
side of my reality
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~