By Anonymous

 

I am a prisoner of something more powerful than I can handle.

I am serving a life sentence for something I didn’t do but something I do regret.

My cell is maximum security and only a special few can get in.

The yard is full of bad people I can longer bear to face.

There is no point in running–

I tried running once but it will catch you before you can catch yourself.

There is no point in trying to dig a way out; the hole you’ve already dug

is too deep to climb out of, and the will to get out isn’t strong enough.

There is only so much comfort to find in the library before the harsh reality of what lives outside of those walls is too much to ignore.

I was once a lion like from the Wizard of Oz, but once the ring master whips you into a cage of no-return you realize the lion is only as strong as its master.

The bars of my cell are like the foggy windows to the soul I no longer own.

Once you’ve been in here for so long you realize that this “prison” is more

a way of life than a place to stay…

….and stay I shall!

 

Editor: Reneé Vazquez