The walls of this prison
Appear dark, ominous,
You’ve been trapped within,
For years and years;
You didn’t know when,
You were locked in,
Each day, every moment,
Blends in with the next,
And all you know,
Is that you still exist.

You can let the walls
Close in on you,
Depriving you of air
To breathe in,
Arresting your breath,
And nudging you closer to death;
Or, you can summon,
A strength so superhuman,
One you didn’t know
You possessed,
And bring down the walls,
A la Samson,
And finally breathe in,
Dust and all,
The air that reeks,
Of priceless freedom.

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