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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Lamoureux Avatar
June 29, 2015 at 7:19 PM
I think staying clear of the prison is a good idea although many are occipying a prison of the mind. I enjoyed your poem Njeri.
Hunjeri Avatar
July 21, 2015 at 6:55 PM
and in this poem, its so much the prison of the mind. thank u Rick. i appreciate the comment.
Smith Avatar
June 29, 2015 at 2:28 PM
His life was given up for us so we could have everlasting life. Lovely Tim
Hunjeri Avatar
July 21, 2015 at 6:54 PM
thank u Tim. i appreciate the comment.
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