by LaToya Trammell

No soft feathered pillows to rest my head.

I lay my bones upon a cold steel bed.

No loved ones close, no friends are near.

My frigid eyes hold back my salty tears.

Behind stonewalls I have made my home.

My only friend is now a phone.

Many nights come, most times I find myself awake.

I’m only human, am I not entitled to make mistakes?

I pray to my savior upon bended knee

Lord, forgive me of my sins and set me free.

As days pass and time rolls by

I often wonder if my Father hears my cry.

His word says to keep my faith even until death.

Oh, dear God, how I try to do my best.

Mail call comes but none for me.

Oh how I dream of one day running free.

But here I am all alone.

A judge has made this cage my new home.

You reap what you sow, all dues will be paid.

If time heals wounds then the pain will fade.

Twenty to life is what they gave me.

I know now it is only my Lord who can save me.

Now, I pray for my Father to comfort me.

If it takes death, I know one day I’ll be free.