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[iheartuus]

3.
My world? Not so.

I may be the world's
but the only part of it that is mine is that private
interior view I have of events, places, and people
the world filtered through my feeling, my hope
and, someties, my despair.

Its light and shadows are my knowledge and ignorance
Its height and depths are the geography of my soul
Its rain, my tears; its sunshine, my laughter.

I long sometimes to escape the prison of my being
to see things as they are
and the I wonder if I am not safer
in my own interior world, where facts
can be molded and reality shaped to
my own needs.

So, in the end, I safely enfold myself in my own world chrysalis.

But, now and then
a shaft of out-there penetrates the in-here
sometimes it is a wound
sometimes a freshening breeze
sometimes a hearth-brightening blaze
or a flash of light illumining for an instant
the darkness of my self-prison

Arise, prisonerr in your dungeon-self!
Tear away the bars
Crumble away the concrete
Melt the locks.

Trust yourself to the world.
It will possess you in the end.
Let it have you living
That it may cradle you dead.

-Gordon B. McKeeman

That one is a little sad and emo for me, but I still kind of like it.