An attempt to get Donald Trump to look at himself and recognize his truth, and how the avoidance of it has led him, and all of us in tow, down a perilous path.
I hate to see a man implode,
Particularly when it seems preventable.
I once worked in a prison,
Listening to people’s stories of failure.
My work was to get them to look at their mistakes
So they could learn from them.
As I heard the sad stories
Again and again I saw
That the sad ending was preventable,
That the downward course could be stopped,
That it didn’t have to end the way it did.
There’s a parallel, isn’t there?
See, I think you’re a prisoner, too.
A prisoner of a certain way of looking at things,
And nothing else.
A man boxed in.
(From the 1st Letter)