Locked Out
There is no feeling comparable to
Being cut off from your world with
Only a glimmer of hope of ever
Getting your freedom back.
The isolation is frightening
The despair is overwhelming
The darkness is crushing.
For 8 long years I sat it out
And waited.
I had committed no crime
I had offended no one
Still I was locked away
With no voice
With no rights
With no love.
But I survived.
Yes what did not kill me
Made me stronger.
But strength comes
In small doses.
First you must overcome
Anger and cynicism and bitterness.
They linger long after their
Usefulness has passed.
They hate recovery
They despise effort
And they avoid jubilation.
Time is still the great healer
Though the path is easy for none.
Still in this we can rejoice –
In life there is no substitute
For perseverance.
In war there is no
Substitute for victory.
And in peace there is no substitute
For love.
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The Locksmith & The Skeleton Key
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