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Prison by Rania D.

I walk in shackles, secured with self-condemnation

Pacing a cell, reinforced bricks of isolation

It’s suffocating and quiet

Suddenly silence is pierced

With fear’s uninhibited tormented screams

Despair is whipping, stinging lashes cut my thoughts

My heart is panting, pounding, pleading for lost hope

I’m looking through thick bars, tall and raised high

Firmly fixed by expectations and dull standards that confine

My voice has been swallowed

Hushed a long time ago

Emotions suppressed, warm tears dry as they flow

And I know there’s only one

who can set my spirit free

The key is a pendant

that has always been

safely kept with me

By Rania D.