Thank you for helping me escape from the nightmare –
I thought I’d never be free from the cold cell in my mind,
where the warden stood silent outside – where yellow-eyed
rats scurried from dark corners and ate my supper – where
every day was a dark winter’s afternoon, and drifts of cold air
blew through barred windows, and I shivered in rags on the
dirt floor. Thank you: I have my freedom now, and I will march
the city streets, demanding freedom for the others, the ones
also imprisoned by the nightmare.
(Photo by Ashim D’Silva on Unsplash)
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