Sunday, April 13, 2014

My prison

imprisoned in her self
she could hardly breathe
her sufferings long and painful
made her bitter and incomplete
she longed to laugh heartily
and be her playful self again
to feel the air and sunshine 
and dance in the rain
she wanted to walk carefree
on the soft sandy beach
where was her lost self ?
she could not recall
where did it go wrong
why did she cry
if only she knew the answers
if only she would try
her freedom was within her 
somewhere





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