Here’s another poem I wrote a long time ago.
The only word in their vocabulary,
the only true word for freedom,
living in cages for most
of their adult lives,
they lie in fear
of never knowing the outside.
The only thought that is keeping her sanity.
Living in a prison
with her dictator husband,
she lives to breath the air of freedom,
hoping she won’t be living in fear much longer.
Ideas for many tortured souls,
but dreams come true for a few.
Living with the harsh
realities of the world,
many have known that to escape
is to live.
Written by J. Morgan 1996-1997