Day 13: My Own Prisoner

Haven’t had a chance to post, but I continued to write!

MY OWN PRISONER

What is it like:

to be betrayed by your own body?

to have an eager mind

filled with ambitious ideas

but no way to share them?

to remember what it felt like

to sign your name with vigor

rather than a measly X?

How do you find peace

when your inner voice is screaming

“This is not a life”?

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