In my jail that is round and tough
Full of bone, hard but soft at the core
I run the walls of this jail as I am told
I am me and its forces me as me
I love my jailer and me
We have been together all my life
Hurting me, giving me, gifting me
It is my savior in this world
As I lay in my skull, I am how I can only be
Alive and living along side a jailer
April 8, 2016
