Fettered Numb, Caged Free

The darkest corners of our mind, an architectural set of convex angles, intersecting at the sight of familiar walls. Where the dust and cobwebs collect, in the impossible-to-reach areas during seasonal cleaning, stands a collection of imprisoned secrets bound by unforgiving self-judgement.  

Our thoughts, floating swiftly. Our fears, ever apparent. Reluctantly pressing our physical self laterally, confusing static movement for propulsive actuation. Emotionally hampering growth. Psychologically dismantling years worth of project restructuring. Our memories, repressed. Our insecurities, despondent. All entombed at the unduly cost of a carte blanche.

Perfection is but an idealistic ghost that often ceases to exist in the real, yet flourishes in the matrix. Yet we wrap ourselves in the cloak of its promise. Pretense housed under its ethereal musk. Eclipsing the singular factualism of life: the notion that humanity lies victim to a state of BE. 

For some who are comfortable in their afflictive coats, a unisex garment ornamented by a combination of toggles, zippers and hook-and-loop fasteners, this fashionable epidermis exists to serve as a mere shell from which self-pulchritude can percolate and secrete. 

For others, for those who walk un-named, remorsefully vacillating, this carapace functions as a conservational wall. Vigilantly safeguarding this correctional facility against those on its outside perimeter. Its custodian, equally effective at withstanding intruders as he is at hesitantly conceding to familiar visitors. 

This phobia, this cowardice to show our real physiognomy, it handicaps our ability to grow. It triturates our process. Self-acceptance assumes a drawn out exercise. Actualization an elongated tunnel of phosphorescence. Without these steps, this inching forward, we are prisoners of our own making. Never able to walk unguarded. Forever bonded, eternally fettered. Bound by tools of restraint designed to compromise two halves, the physical body and its spiritual alter ego. Linked together by chain, hinge and bar, making any activity impossible without the promise of freedom's insurance, the all powerful key. Shackled to an existence not of our own choosing. Contained by a life constructively devised by those who maneuver our process, who manipulate our journey. Our master plan a final product moulded by their rigid rule, re-packaged by their judging eyes.