the year i became a number
the year i became a number

the year i became a number

the year 
i became a number
and a face
everyone recognized
but no one knew
not even me
who knew less
than nothing
of the woman
buried inside

a turning point
that year
that was
really more
than a year

the year i lived
on peanut butter,
mail call,
visiting day

the year i sank 
into the deep muck
of depression,
fears and fate

the year when
i felt i wasn't
entitled to smile
or dream

the year when
the darkness settled
and waters
became clear
and deep

the year i learned
that hope is blue
like a springtime sky
and prayer is purple
bold and royal
and everywhere

the year 
i was just
a number

the year 
i became
ME
who was
always hidden
inside.

2 Comments

  1. Camie

    Wow this was a powerful message for me, I just saw my own year of prison though a bit different from your prison but know my heart skipped when I read this it’s exactly how I felt. . God bless you.

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