My prison has no bars
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I’m in prison but my prison has no bars.
Soft grey cushions underneath me. Pillows stacked under my wounded leg. Gentle fan. TV and games. This prison, an otherwise respite from life, is bleak.
My prison has no bars.
Unshackled but not free. Depending on others for food and drink. Unable to contribute. Unable to leave. Forced into rest and “relaxation.”
Hours
Days
weeks. . .
Everything is the same.
My prison has no bars.
My prison is time.
