I am the captive, I am the bars
I am the warden, I am the walls
I am the guards, the barbs, the jagged scars
The armour, the arms, the hostility and alarms
I am them all
and I have waived it all
that I can heed your siren’s call
Though all in life is learning
and you cannot blame the wind from turning
Those wicked thorns are once more surging
fed by fears, fell dreams, ever urging
And so the ramparts rise times two
To ward myself from you
I become it all anew
The armour, the arms, the hostility and alarms
The guards, the barbs, and the freshly opened scars
I’m become the patient, become the bars
My own nurse, and the ragged walls
/Sebastian Lindberg 19/5-2018
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