Lost and Found

poetry/spoken word

It doesn't feel much like freedom..

If it's conditional. .

 Doesn't feel much like release..

If it's provisional. .

 Trapped, captured, cornered...

 With no options...

Like a laser sight is on your forehead..

As if a marksman had you in his optics..

 So it seems there is no other option..

As you realize that the only freedom one can obtain...

Is if you unshackle your mind...

 Open your eyes...

 Heaven is within your brain. ..

Accept yourself as you are...

 And see the light...

 You can't fight the good fight...

Unless your inner battles have been fought and are complete...

 Go to war with your own demons..

You cannot accept defeat.

Fall seven times.

Stand up eight.

 Feet...planted firmly...

 Stand your ground...

Your body is the box that contains the lost..

Look inside it.. And all can be found.