Post by aligator on Feb 6, 2007 13:22:23 GMT -5
I stand before you, an innocent woman imprisioned for a crime I did not commit. Jailed with invisible bars in each direction, housed in an internal hell of d**nation with the key just out of reach. Every breath I take is payment for a debt I do not owe. With me acting in my own defense, tried and convicted with reasonable doubt. My life sentence extends far beyond my own and reaches depths into the unknown. Caged, with no appeals, I pace in a cell that is shared by many, if not all. Trying with all my will and determination to imagine a door with no sign above it that says ACCESS DENIED. I see my mirrored reflection with distortion and discontentment, I wear this mask of diguise placed upon me by my captours with pitty and regret. The song I used to sing could be heard from the Angels high above, but with these invisible bars all around me my broken notes and flat tones fall on deaf ears. Still, I sing. My graceful steps that used to sweep this earth like a well recited ballet are now inadequate and near sighted. These heavy chains placed upon me challenge my strength, my will, my faith. Inch by precious inch I step quietly closer to the truth and that frightens you. I can see that you are running, the blood is on your hands, not mine. When my notes are joined with others that are walking the same road as I, our harmony together will no longer fall on deaf ears, and the Angels will once again rejoice and join us in our song as we sing LET FREEDOM RING. If it takes to the last breath I breathe to unlock the door to freedom and remove these chains I wear, than so be it, for eventually they will cease to exist. You may not bear the same burdon in life as I, but in death you will pay dearly for your crime. May God have mercy on your soul