cant take your finger
from the trigger…
i cant cut down the rope
you’ve tied to the rafter….
i cant remove the darkness
you’re clinging to with
all of your might….
the ‘self’ that’s lying to you
stands in the way….
it seems easier to stay
in your cell… than
to break free and live….
but life is not what it seems!
you only have that which
you let go of…. only know
that which you reveal….
the choice is yours!
i stand here with a broom
waiting to sweep clean your cell….
with a prayer to take the empty nest
from the branches of your soul.
the choice is yours…
i can only walk beside you!