I fade in and out of inner peace
with every step of dragging feet.
The skin so tender has time to heal
and callus over tremendous pain.
Swollen backs,
swollen muscles,
do we ever get a break,
you and I?
You and I have our place
in the world’s deepest fall from grace.
A second chance,
a second time,
A Final Call for freedom’s line.
There stood the man
of violent devices,
chaining you to your room
with words of deceit.
A lock on the door to life
sticks you with the weight
of endless obligation and still,
you are not entitled to an explanation.
