I dreamt I was crawling through a tunnel
On all fours.
Sharp stones pricking my knees,
My head hitting the ceiling.
It was dark and uncomfortable, that tunnel
Like Papillion
I was escaping from a prison
Except mine was a mental prison
And I am tunneling my way out
With every golden word I write and speak.
Although I cannot see the light
At the end of this tunnel
I know that freedom
Awaits me at the other end.
Freed from my own miss-conceptions
Doubt-FREE I will BE!
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