MY PRISON CELL (Where Have I Been)
This poem was written for me by my beautiful Mother, Virginia, on February 21, 1995. It has never been seen by anyone but me. Since I've been writing about my Mom lately, I am compelled to share this short piece.
I was going through a rough time trying to end a bad relationship. She was there for me and extremely concerned. She felt my pain as most mothers do. I've made some bad decisions in my life and no doubt caused additional pain as well. No matter what, she loved me unconditionally . . .
My Mom's original title of this poem was "Where Have I Been." A similar title has already been used here on HubPages and therefore, I've renamed the piece "My Prison Cell." The poem remains in tact as written by her so long ago.
My Prison Cell
Oh my God, what have I done
What has my life become
A haven for the sick of mind
The low, the hateful, the unkind.
Trying to make them better
Has crushed my very soul
To depths I can no longer find
Because I've lost control.
Please help me from this lowly place
Where I have fallen deep
Engaged in fear of those
Who only make me weep.
The brutal eyes of hatred
The hold they had on me
Were so intensely frightening
I looked, but did not see.
They turned me from my loved ones
And my friends who really cared
And made me leave them all behind
Because I was so scared.
But now my life has turned around
My mind is seeing clear
The painful burden that crippled me
Is not any longer near.
And now I am with spirits high
I've left my prison cell
The best is yet to come, you see
For I have just left hell.
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