The last time it was this sunny was my first day locked on the
ward in my curtained corner of a room with 3 others lost and
alone.
My chest rose and sunk with the fears of lost freedom as I ran my fingertips across the scratch marks on the dirty yellow walls and the cold metal of the bars covering the widows slightly cooled what raged inside.
Douglas who lived next to me sang "Old Man River" so loudly
almost all day long and I refused to eat what they tried to force on me so I lived off of sugar sachets for I don't remember how long.
Between the bars I was sure I could feel the feathers of a bird I
watched with such conviction and I asked her to send a message for you to come and free me but as she flew her left wing caught on the metal fence and I watched her wilt away in the first suns of spring with my message in her beak, and my final hope falling back just inside the fence line.
Even though it hurt so much, there is a small piece of something I miss about that place. I can't explain what that is as only she understood my stuttered ramblings.
I know they don't believe me but I'm sure she still hangs on that
fence and I look for her out of every window on the days when I am strong enough to open my eyes.
ward in my curtained corner of a room with 3 others lost and
alone.
My chest rose and sunk with the fears of lost freedom as I ran my fingertips across the scratch marks on the dirty yellow walls and the cold metal of the bars covering the widows slightly cooled what raged inside.
Douglas who lived next to me sang "Old Man River" so loudly
almost all day long and I refused to eat what they tried to force on me so I lived off of sugar sachets for I don't remember how long.
Between the bars I was sure I could feel the feathers of a bird I
watched with such conviction and I asked her to send a message for you to come and free me but as she flew her left wing caught on the metal fence and I watched her wilt away in the first suns of spring with my message in her beak, and my final hope falling back just inside the fence line.
Even though it hurt so much, there is a small piece of something I miss about that place. I can't explain what that is as only she understood my stuttered ramblings.
I know they don't believe me but I'm sure she still hangs on that
fence and I look for her out of every window on the days when I am strong enough to open my eyes.