Life Is Not A Prison

This is an updated version of a reply I made last year in response to a poem done by a depressed youth on her feelings of total hopelessness.

Life is not a prison
So tell me why you shout
And ask God to listen
When others are about

Climb high to view your dreams
Ride on the wave of hope
If you fall, get up again
No matter how steep the slope

We all need a window
To see the road ahead
The future may be scary
But it’s not what we dread

It is painful to watch
Those who lock themselves away
Joy, love and happiness
Grow slowly day by day

Strong is good, weak is bad
Be it false, be it true
The strong also have weaknesses
The weak have strengths too

Norms are set by society
With guidelines to follow
These are for everyone
Us and every other fellow

For most, life’s a routine
And at times can be boring
Resolutely, we carry on
No, we are not pretending

Sometimes there’s pain, sometimes joy
As we go on life’s ride
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
There is no need to hide

Can you see what life’s about?
It’s not just about ourselves
It’s about love, hope, compassion
For us and everybody else

There’s light at the end of the tunnel
To help you find your way
Hope at the end of the path
To pull you through each day