Broken down doors never open <br />Just like eyes wide shut console beauty in darkness <br />It’s with mockery that a blind one embraces sight <br />Each tongue obliviously perceives and interprets in its language <br />Products of birth come with empty minds <br />And each day thoughts sail freely like a ship under the monsoon winds <br /> <br />It is cast that thought alone is ours to control <br />In our hands it’s a hammer to a blacksmith <br />It sharpens dreams to our own design <br />And what you dream that you become <br />Upright or lame, it will bear your name <br /> <br />Troubled times empowers authority over our will <br />Redesigned to our dislike choices are presented <br />In a stupidly wrapped heart unwise decisions have been conceived <br />And hopelessly in silence we await for time to erase them <br />In fear to raise an alarm for being foolish <br />We pretend and wait to rote all in a good name <br />For a mistake if confided overcomes shame <br />The world was given for all to live and learn <br />If we find us to be perfect then fly away into angels <br />For a life deemed fit we all dare <br />Lets then learn to share how to care <br /> <br /> <br />To all leaving in denial...please come out and share your stories <br />2010<br /><br />Alan Kabanshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unlocking-ourselves/
