In prison?

Prison you sense

Is the place you are

Lost and trapped deep inside

But might it be :

the inception place

Of what may prove to be a long gestation

In a small cell

Pacing backward and forwards

You come finally to navigate

The entire perimeter of your past

Giving rise in a million instants

To a present

You wrestled with

During nights of agony

When you felt possessed or haunted by demons

Ancestors long gone

With their unearthly echoes

Were felt crying deep inside your cells

As you lay drowning in dreams

Tidal flows from an ancient past

Come to claim you

Or call you home

There were days when the symptoms of your trauma

Captured all of your energy and attention

Stealing from that new day

All light hope joy and possibility

But now you understand

All of that suffering was not in vain

Was indeed a kind of birthing

Which took place at the same time

As you felt your old false self

Dying

How could you describe it fully

As you feel yourself breaking free

Of these chains

You long for escape but know that really

The door was never bolted

Anywhere but deep within your own brain

So now

Arising refreshed

After your latest slumber

You open the door of your prison

And walk free

Into the sunlight

Of a new day

Knowing the pain was not you

Just the prison sentence

Of what happened to you