Restrictions of the Mind
Left behind to sweep throughthe ashes of a charred life.
Not restricted by a wicked stepmother or ugly stepsisters,
but by demons of the mind.
Never feeling good enough
whatever the circumstance may be.
Dressed in rags of despair.
Outfitted in cobwebs of the mind.
Like a cobblestone street
under carriage and horses feet,
trampled, run over.
Trodden by ghosts of the mind.
Never daring to dream
until an Angel with the magic
of a skilled psychologist and therapist
helped release the debris of a cluttered mind.
Now dressed to attend the ball!
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