I had escaped
inside the corridors of my mind.
Or had I?
*
In as much as i would like to think possible,
this was NO escape!
in fact;
it was
ENTRAPMENT!
*
conflict represented itself as a source
to be reckoned with
as I tossed and turned from one decision
to another
*
I would soon come to realise that:
I MUST GET OUT!
*
Pulling silently away only to be
pulled back again, and again, and again...
*
A stronger force of will must be met
to engage this antagonising struggle.
Calls for help would only constitute
a deaf awareness.
The process had to come from within.
*
Definate decisions had to be made in strictest
fashion.
One by one the antagonising thoughts left
with nothing more than minor damage
to attend to
the healing process had already begun
"WHEW"
;-)
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