Right in the hollow of my mind, where the darkness loomed a prison was built. Its purpose was to capture and torture. In this prison, prisoners were in chains and their chance of escape was slim.
The majority of the inmates had served their time and walked to freedom through the open gate. Others were not so lucky, they remain locked up, they served time with no numbers.
Every time my feeling was touched, an arrest took place. I played a victim card. I was the one who hurt the most. The one whose right was infringed. The victim whose wound never healed. However, the space of this prison was minute, it wasn’t big enough for the number of daily arrests.
Each inmate weighed a thousand tonnes. My poor mind bore the burden of this heavyweight. My body felt the pain. It dragged me down. It wasn’t easy going around with such heavy loads alongside other items of baggage. I longed to be free from the depressing thoughts of the wrongs done by those who rarely remembered me.
Why keep someone up in your head for free? Without rent or bills? Why lock people up and waste resourses – Paradise Pearl
In my attempt to avenge the hurt, the unkind words, the utterances and attitudes I kept many in the prison of my mind. I charged without granting the bail. Scenarios and the occurrences of the hurts replayed in the court of my mind.
But for how long do I need to keep this going? The prison of my mind cost a fortune to maintain. I have limited resources to keep up with this act for no matter the hurt and the pain, it cost too much to hold on to these grudges.
Here Is To The Prisoners Of My Mind.
To the prisoners of my thoughts, the gate is open. You had overstayed your welcome in my mind. The cost of your stay had become unbearable. You are free to go. Those years of refreshing the hurts and pain had simply vanished. The little whisper I heard when I walked past now holds on value.
The hurt that resulted from the false news you spread had healed. I no longer felt the emotions that had me boiling with anger.
To the prisoner of my thoughts, those mean words had failed to impress. You are free to walk away from my thoughts. I had suffered long enough by keeping you alive in my thoughts. No one deserves such grace.
This little mind of mine deserves healing. I have had a mental detox, the clutters had been cleared. The little space you felt entitled to now has new ideas springing up.
To the prisoner of my mind, you are free, here is to your freedom. To the prisoners of my mind, I forgive you. My mind is too fragile for such a burden.
…Pardon an offense-indeed God is EVER PARDONING…Q4:149
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Great write up. Well done Sis.