Fingertips caress my lips…
This prison of selfishness has me wrapped tightly in its firm embrace.
The real me, of beauty and of power, the better-than-me me is caged right under my skin.
I entrap myself. My struggle is in vain. Not because I cannot win. I will win either way. But which part of me comes out the victor… The one who grabs and schemes and hates? Or the one who yields and loves for love’s sake?