© 2008 susan mucklow
The mind ponders its condition
In partnership with expectation
The more it tries to hold an image
It overlooks what could be given
Possibilities being offered
Demobilized for limitations
Counterfeit prefers the anguish
Of solving imaginary problems
I don’t need to be imprisoned
By the soul that’s compromising
What confines me in each moment
Is the way my mind’s responding
The boundary of my freedom
Is not the situation that I see
Resisting what’s occurring
Threatens only what’s perceived
Stretch the borders of my being
Dismiss the ache of my confinement
Uproot the thought that holds a penchant
To slant the past as it defines it
Who I am cannot be named
Reprove the label and misgiving
More than mental inclinations
Mark the moments I’ve been given