The door closes behind me*

6 x 6 walls

with a Plastic Bed

Steel toilet

For some…

This is the last stop

Souls pass through here often

Cold and lonesome

Time is a killer

Daunting me

Then I remembered…

Freedom isn’t “Out There,”.

It’s “In here.”…

My spirit rising

Lifting

No one can see my smile

Nobody knows that I closed my eyes

Left this place

The cell is quiet…

Dead

But not me.

I’m Free

And “You” can be free

anytime.

Anytime…

 

-Nina