The Tree of Light

~ My Own Prison ~ Poem by me 04.23.13

 

I stood at the edge of the riverbank,

But instead of feeling the familiar lank,

I sensed a smile--unexpectedly wide--

Looking at my old prison on the other side.

 

I have been here a few times before,

Standing by the boat I found on that other shore.

Sometimes rowing there but still returning,

A quick trip to stall an addictive dark yearning.

 

But today my old prison gleamed in the sunlight,

The worn red bricks shimmering just right,

Looking so peaceful from afar, from the outside.

I just didn't need to take a boat ride...

 

Quietly, I untied the rope and let the boat go...

And I could swim there but I won't for now; I know.

 

 

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Snapshot The Tree of Light_009-16

(Brush-Textured browns with violet blues as watercolor and acrylic added-in shimmers and meadow highlights.)

(Brush-Textured watercolor and acrylic)

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