The Unwilling Prisoner

I have a heart, I am still a person I paved the way for you. I was young and agile once, tender and fresh faced too. I used to have young blissfull love that shone from within, now all the memories that I have are the wrinkles on my skin. Every scar and wrinkle tells a storey about my journey and the reasons behind my sobs, so when you come to work and you are feeling stressed remember that i am the reason you have this job. I was greiving the loss of my partner then time kept slipping away, God said i have to take them but it is here you have to stay, so please remember when u come to work that this is my new home i was yanked from the house i worked for, dumped here and left alone. When I scream and cry for help please don't get mad at me, I am scared and freightened in this place i dont come to work and leave. I hate that I cannot control myself and feel that I am a burden, remember that this isn't jail and you are not my warden. Please....please remember that your voice and face is probably the last thing that i'll hear and see, so step in my shoes and picture yourself, fast forward to when you are me. Please hold my hand and care for me so i do not feel alone, please make my last journeys on this plane be beautiful before the Most High takes me home.