Labyrinthine thoughts

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?

minotaurtheseus

◄ Never be forgotten

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 31st Aug 2019 09:53

Thanks, Adriana and Rachel.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 31st Aug 2019 07:04

Thank you Keith, Chrystel, Leon and Lisa.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 31st Aug 2019 07:03

Very good point, Jason. I agree.

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 30th Aug 2019 13:24

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

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 30th Aug 2019 13:10

Thank you, Don.

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Don Matthews

Fri 30th Aug 2019 13:05

So good Jon.....

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 30th Aug 2019 12:54

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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