The toughest prison to escape and the most contained estate, is not the penitentiary. It is not the secluded island or even the buried lock-box.
It is untouchable, yet it will put you in a coma.
It is invisible, yet it is seen everyday.
It is without scent, yet it will leave an unmistakable aroma.
It is so heavy that the strongest man cannot move it, yet so small that even a child may carry it.
All at once, it will call you friend — then stab you in the back.
All at once, it will give you knowledge– then make you a fool.
All at once, it will give you security– then leave you abandoned.
All at once, it will give you identity– then tell you to change.
You will love it for it’s power and hate it for it’s destruction.
You will love it for it’s availability and hate it for it’s presence.
You will love it for it’s pledge and hate it for it’s prestige.
You will love it for it’s promises and hate it for it’s secrets.
It is written in scripture and effects the soul.
Lucifer generated it and abandoned the plan.
Nebuchadnezzar denied it’s existence and ate grass.
David believed it was wisdom and killed a man.
~ And you, sitting there, would point your
And you, sitting there, would point your finger at others.
When they fall, you pat yourself on the back.
As you stand with the keys in your hand, you chuckle to yourself; closing the gate to the most disastrous contained estate – pride: the prison you call home.
*Special thanks to Katy Chapell for creative editing