Ode to the Prison Inmate
Sitting,
in a cold lonely cell,
this person
from the outside
world,
a criminal,
but also,
misunderstood
as fellow inmates listen,
eager.
Intense
strength and endurance,
faith and
hope this woman
has,
as the outside
world judges
ignorantly
as she suffers stoically,
alone.
Only she
could understand the hell,
the misery
of living inside
of her mind.
Only she
can find the inner strength
to overcome
what normally would
destroy another human
being.
And only she
has the key to her
emotional freedom from
this hell.
Others
see a woman with disabilities,
autism, depression, anxiety,
but no one
sees the battle
that goes on
while she fights those
demons,
alone in her cell
with her
bible and
her rosary as her only
solace.
Letters
from her family,
cheering her on while she
makes this
journey alone.
While she battles
the common man
so that
she
can gain her freedom once
more.
Only she
knows what it will take
to gain
the wisdom
and the integrity
that she needs to pull through.
She will fight
to be free,
for the sake of the
unborn
child that is growing inside this hell
with her.
She will strive
She will win.
She is strong, and she has hope.
She will not
let the
common man
define the
remarkable
woman that she truly is.
She will prove the world wrong as she
fights.
Freedom will
ring as she walks away
from that
cold hell
that was her home for so long.
The sun in her eyes,
the baby in her belly,
growing.
She is free.
She has won.
And
She was
Not
Broken.
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