Behind the Prison Walls
I had my story all figured out
I'd go to prison for a couple of years
Write some novels when am in there
Hopefully some best sellers
Leave the prison rich, maybe buy a house
Never to toil for a job
My only struggle would be refilling the ink in my pen
My only setback, would be family
But then you told me your story today
And I thought, how could anyone go through all that and not lose sanity?
Your story made the chains on my legs feel like cooked spaghetti
Your story reminded me that all I needed to do was to go on my knees and talk to God
He will listen, He will deal with the shackles in my life
All I have to do is believe and trust in Him
You are a true woman of God
From a rib, to a God's vessel
Am blessed to have you in my life
By faith you have taught me that I don't have to go to prison
Or worry about leaving it as a vengeful angry woman
Or even entertain the idea of leaving prison as a mellow and renewed being
Because I don't ever have to see those walls.
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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