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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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