I must confess it's true,
I still feel your residue.
For hours I meditated,
Semi-naked.
Just me, cleansing my soul.
Just free, in my mental hole.
Sitting, healing in the dark.
Slowly regaining feeling in my heart.
Still strained from how I was pained.
Slightly deranged from how my heart's changed.
Solitary confinement is hard to resist,
but I need the last of my strength to clench up my fist,
once again stand tall,
try not to fall,
and break down a wall!
To be filled with fresh air to help me cope,
and light shining on me and ahead...it's hope.
