Locked Up

Locked Up Tomorrow I'll wake up I'll stretch and look around Not a single bar in sight And yet no freedom to be found Imprisoned in a life of hell Where the captor takes my soul He devours everything I am My misery his only goal. I committed a crime, that much is true And for that I went away I did my time...or so I thought 2 years, 9 months, 1 day. I learned from my mistakes And I tried to make amends By working hard at all I do Respecting colleagues, family, friends. But for one that's not enough, He won't rest until I'm dead And by using my babies as his pawns He creeps inside my head. I know that he holds all the cards He reminds me every day One wrong look or spoken word And he'll take them away. "Mommy please don't go" "What did we do wrong" I look into their precious eyes And I know I'll play along. So drawing a ragged breath or tAwo Head down in shame, I close my eyes Bury deep my pride and dignity And stifle all my cries. I can do this for my children To me, nothing matters more Than knowing that they're thriving With a strong and centered core. So, as sentence #2 begins It's much harder than the first And I realize with each passing day My life is getting worse But still tomorrow I'll wake up I'll stretch and look around I still won't see one bar in sight And yet prison is all I've found. Kiki Weber-Suarez