my imprisonment

I grabbed the protruding handle of the mug so that the caffeinated drink could touch my lips. I should have been taking in the words of the person beside me but I could not focus. My eyes were fixed on the fireplace in front of me making everything else a blur. Conversations and memories appeared and as the person continued, I foolishly replayed my thoughts over and over inside my head. Her words were all mixed together and produced one tangled phrase after the next. I could feel my heart becoming numb as the wave of nausea wrapped itself around my stomach. This is why I shut everything out.

Around me are so many bars. The cell I am enclosed in has become to feel like home. Although there is a freedom needing to be pursued and a dream desiring to be accomplished, words of hopelessness are my barrier. The window of my cell gives me a clear view of the wings attached to so many birds in flight. Jealousy always overwhelms me. If only the imprisonment was noticed by someone who would reach out to help. Maybe I could be free.

The conversation ended with strongly worded sentences of vengeance. Her venting session was complete and I smiled. Every ounce of coffee had been sipped so that my homework would not go undone. She hugged me and thanked me and I hugged her back.

Secretly, I long to be freed.