Trying to find solace in
the confinement of our
solitary minds.
No physical straight jacket
restrains our limbs,
only a mental labyrinth,
turning each corner,
to be further trapped
inside a prison
of our own design.
Held like the minotaur,
are we to be sacrificed
to this beast?
who is our Theseus?
who will be our saviour?
Thank you Keith, Chrystel, Leon and Lisa.
Very good point, Jason. I agree.
Perhaps the more pressing question is who is your Ariadne? Who gives you the ball of thread so that you can find your way back? Because without this, Theseus though brave, would still be lost. Before any of us try to navigate the labyrinth of our minds we need Ariadne's thread and something really secure to anchor it to. Love this thought provoking poem.
J. x
Thank you, Don.
So good Jon.....
Thanks, Devon. You are very kind. This is my intention.
Devon Brock
Fri 30th Aug 2019 12:45
John,
A frightening question you pose at the end of this poem. I think that anyone who reads this must consider the options available. Do we find liberation in faith or finality? Do we find liberation through love and community? The list goes on. This is going to stick with me for quite some time. I love poetry that makes me think beyond the words.
Thanks,
D
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Jon Stainsby
Sat 31st Aug 2019 09:53
Thanks, Adriana and Rachel.