the prisoner

                  i wait upon you.
                     the door has been closed  so long
                          too long;
                     the wind is blowing,
                      i hear it...
                      i feel the door moving  with my face
                       creaking
                       shifting ... resisting.
                     i wait upon you.
                     carve your name.
                    speak through the groaning
                       inside me
                     carve your name.
                     shatter this wall
                                  of unbelief.
                     burst the shell
                                  of skeptism
                      which encloses my mind,
                     this thin
                       tight membrane
                     which
                            strangles
                     which keeps me prisoner,
                      ruling my thoughts
                      dimming my perceptions
                          my vision
                      keeping me captive.
                     i cannot change my heart.
                     i cannot open the door.
                     i cannot make myself
                                believe.
                      i wait upon
                       the ONE
                      who created me.
                     i await release
                      for i am
                          imprisoned
                          shackled
                      and have no
                                         key.
                      i wait.