Favorite Cage

Your eyes pinch closed,
clutching onto shadows,
while sun abounds in corridors
you dare not explore.
Humming in feigned contentment
with both fingers in your ears,
la la la… and you believe it.
In your murky haven
you dream of radiant light
Your murky haven, …sanctuary from Self.

Well sheltered from understanding,
you frolic in fields of safe acceptance.
Sometimes you can block out
the stagnant isolation,
the suffocating loneliness you have built.
Always, you can ignore
how your own denial stills the breeze.
Always, loving the refuge of your cage -
Stockholm Syndrome of the mind

In truth, dark things do abound.
But, in that truth are pathways
to a brighter ground.
Sinking in your murky haven,
swathed in blankets of self-deception,
you dream of love, letting no one touch you.
You dream of light
from the secure vantage
of eyes sealed.