The Curse of the World

By Dave Hanks

There’s a never ending struggle to control me. My thoughts, my attitudes, my actions – The very nature of my everyday life.

But where is freedom? Freedom to use my brain to decide what’s best for me.

With constant “chipping” at my psyche with guilt that can be as restrictive as chains.

They would produce a slave without a cell, but within walls of control as sturdy as concrete.

Knowing what’s best for me, reiterated repeatedly at brief or extended occasion.

I cannot fathom the egos that unflinchingly declare, and set themselves as the pattern.

Are they really so wise, never doubting or looking inwards to examine the rightness of their positions.

And with humility, give breathing space to others to live unbeleagured.