I am moved by your writing. In particular the line,
"Iíll stay yet near my prison as I might require its might."
I find I want that freedom, and feel that breeze, and even walk down that path you elude to but all the while checking to see how far away I have wondered from the might of my prison. Its what we know. Its what we feel safe with. It is as you said ... "this Prison... my mind."
And need to say as well, I haven't teared up as much this week. Even made some tremendous personal progress with therapy and boundaries and all that. And feeling good about that. But I guess today is my "cry day". I realized when I read your poem that no matter how far I walk in freedom, I too seem to retreat to my the prison in my mind. I much prefer the breeze of freedom.
You have touched me with your writing. Thanks for sharing. lol... I need to go cry a bit.
For now we see through a glass, darkly.