walls
It is within these walls you see, trapped was the woman I use to be.
A sinner, blameless at best. Not having a choice like the rest.
Craving this notion to be free, free from the reality that once be.
Though you cannot see it, it’s the impression, that forever haunts me.
Copyright © Tanya Coon | Year Posted 2024
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