My Own Prisoner... Comments

'they rage in my head at night awakening me from my slumber, a slave to my own emotions shackled like a beast of burden' night when all activities chores end, when we need resr the most, betrayal stalks us the most

There is hope, Keep the faith! Feelings come and go, give thanks when they go. ... little by little, this fight for freedom has begun. And by the help of God: you'll win and be free! Thanks for sharing, Annette!

Thank you to each and every one of you for your comments they are always so welcomed. sorry but this is the quickies way to do it when don't have enough computer time. like to use my time reading otgers and commenting there...... ;) but thank you x

There is nothing so helpless as feeling imprisoned by our own selves. No escape possible. How powerfully you have captured and portrayed that helplessness and yet the struggle to overcome. I love the image of the wind blowing off the mountain, sifting us. A beautiful piece, Annette. I am deeply moved by this. Thank you.

Wow great metaphor here, soulful and intense. Creatively phrased. Happy hols.