This tower you’ve built around me.
To lock me up behind walls of stone.
Keeping my heart from being free.
That place me high atop this prison
that surrounds me.
I have no illusions,
that many times,
it was I;
that stood idly by
handing you those very rocks
that have became my prison.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Aren’t we all guilty at some point of creating our own or allowing others to create prisons around us; as we scream from the top of the tower about the injustice of it all. Yet. sometimes there is no justice only mercy; both for others and ourselves. ~M