Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
Slam
The ‘door’ shuts behind me
It’s a gate not a door; beckoning freedom from my cell
I can see freedom
A box
Cold
Sterile pressed metal that is filthy
My warmth is in the box next door
I can hear his heartbeat in his voice
I’m shivering
Confused
Information vacuum, all questions and no answers
Ignored, trapped and insignificant
Nobody listens to me
I’m powerless
Memories
I’ve been scared in here before today
My only protector is so near but can’t help
Again a victim
Accused a criminal
Panic
Fighting hard to suppress the old to deal with the new
The fear is the same
Fighting to stay strong for us both
Dying inside
Betrayal
Lies, deception; there is no truth
The most trusted have murdered my love for money
I hear their smug laughter at my expense
Parents dead
Release
The gate at dawn opens and the torrent of anger swings with it
I collect the pieces of myself and walk forward
My awakening starts; I will never be them
I am free