I hear the silence and it means I’m on my own. I’m here. The mirror of this moment’s real. What I see I also deeply feel: The shape and size of my own cell. The door’s the first I see so well: It’s in my eyes, it’s always closed; It’s never mine the space it’s in- The prison owns that piece of light And stores it up far out of sight. It’s not for me but my day will come I’ll stand there free like everyone To take the road that starts off there; So maybe now I’ll say a prayer. Thank God I have this time to think Of how I stepped back from the brink. I’m still your friend-I hope so God. The walls say yes to me aloud. My bed is there behind me flat: Dreams come seldom where I’m at. Not too far of another day Will slowly push the heavy stone away That makes this place so like a tomb And I will travel towards the light; I’ll leave this room, I’ll leave this womb, I’m on my painful journey down.
