I see the window
gleaming in the shadow
of what is my life
a journey of wondrous
pain and delight

contrasting restraints
hold me in place
no freedom for my hands
or feet in segregation
down the basement
out of sight

crying out my
torso convulsing
thrashing ,hard to bare
faces staring some with
glee , seeing what
is happening to me
barbaric smiles that
inform they are
the mirror
image of me

my last breath
eyes can barely see
the door opening and
who is coming for me
into hands so soft
lifting me into the air
I fear my future is
in the past.
the only certainty
is the feeling of being
free at last.

(a)andrewpenman2011