Fear of disappointment is the greatest arrestor.
The invisible shackles are stronger than iron chains.
Then pain of torture is greater when it is imagined.

Who can release me from my bond?
Who can break open the doors of my mind?
Who can liberate me from my own fears?

I excel at creating excuses.
I guard my own prison.
I preside over my own sentence.
I appoint my own executioner.

Somehow the gloom of the cell is comforting.
Facing the reality requires courage that I do not have.

I pray to God – redeem me!
Destroy me and remake me one more time!
Imbue me with the divine light!

And this time give me some courage.