The Shine Journal

Four Walls

 

by

 

Tara Lopez

 

 

These four walls are holding me in.

I’m trapped.

I cannot breathe, but somehow I’m free.

I’m in chains in this jail locked down, can’t sleep.

What there feeding you, you don’t want.

What you want you can’t get, but somehow you’re free of being captive to a drug.

You’re free of your veins begging to be fed.

You’re free of fear. Where will your next high come from?
Go ahead and yell. “Let me out! Let me out!”

But don’t you know you’re out.

You’re free from not caring if you wake up, free from not having to do something against your will for one bag.

You’re free from him hurting you.

We are free my sisters!

We made it in these four walls.
Are we still free without them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bio: LARA LOPEZ is a woman who loves to write about the real.  "I’m thirty one years old and getting my life straight."

 

Motivation:  Jail