I am a prison. Ideas locked up in my head, unable to be released. The thought of it is ghastly and dreaded. Words are anxious to escape, but it's just not as easy as it seems. I feel as though I'm trapped and the whole thing is just a giant weight on my shoulders, waiting to be bailed out seemes like an eternity. It must be done but the end of it couldn't come fast enough. I am a prison in that once it is finished and over with, I am almost embarassed or ashamed of the outcome. Working to become better, but always ending up back in the same place.

Picture by: Steve Coleman

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