These Prison Bars

These prison bars...were not meant for me

not meant for this little girl

I look outside them

in shame and guilt ridden

these prison bars have become me, 

engulfed me and deadend me.

Oh, how I long for freedom,

for fresh air

to feel the wind blowing

in my hair

these prison bars.... they

have taken over me...my thoughts......my happiness my hope

my pride and my dreams.

These prison bars

\have also taught me ...to slow down, 

to be patient,

to be understanding and able and willing.

These prison bars saved my life.

Hilary Wreidt Thompson