Pinctada | ✓

61. Prison

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Some days I wake up to the sun,
Some days it's the rains,
Where am I, I ask,
They tell me
It's today.

I wonder
So often in here,
What does captivity mean,
Where no one told me anything
Except I was forced to just breathe?

Then one day I woke to the cold
Wishing nothing more than
To fall the same way,
But if only I knew
How to do it...

And then it
Just happened,
As the roof fell apart,
And in shone the light of day -
The sight of which I had forgotten.

It nearly made me turn blind
But I knew this was it,
This was my cue
To walk out
Aware.

I was lost,
But I knew too
That it was only time
Before I found my way again
Through the lanes of this lost city.

I'd done it once and I'd do it again
Whether in sun or in rain,
I was done being held
In the chains of my
Own prison.

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