My View Through the Cave

I don’t t exactly remember 

when I became a slave.

I thought it was my birth rite

according to my view through the cave.


There were no barriers to speak of

that hindered my release,

it should’ve been obvious.

I could’ve walked out any time,

but I was oblivious.


If you had told me it was an easy escape

just straight head,

I would’ve said you are crazy.

I would’ve said stopping

my trained pacing back and forth would be lazy.


My isolation in the cave 

created the lens of my worldview.

until I dared to believe my escape 

would eventually lead to You.


You came inside my cave several times

as I would allow

until You made me angry

that my cave was to be disavowed.


I screamed at You 

that my soul didn’t need to be saved.

Of course, that would be my mindset 

in my view through the cave.


I would then get angry with myself

As I thought I wasn’t worth saving,

even if it was the Way out of Perdition 

I've been craving.


You told me outside the cave 

Is the Way out of Hell.

But I thought my Hell was the safest

place for me, so it was just as well.


I didn’t know I was digging my grave,

as long as I continued  trusting

my view through the cave.


So, at first I anxiously stepped out

discovering the Sun.

Realization washed over me

just knowing You are the only One


-able to save-


those who keep their blinders on 

in their view through the cave.


-Laurie Perrone

copyright 2024 

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