I look through a Plastic window ensconced by rows of steel lines. The bars cast a shadow on my cell floor. I watch as the sun moves up then arches back down. The time passes slowly as the shadows grow long. The night falls and the pale yellow light is all that remains of my day, it hums and buzzes with a slight flicker. I hear the keys turn in the locks as they call lights out. I settle onto my mattress and try to let my mind fade away. I crawl deep inside myself looking for some place to call my own, but with each haunting sound I find myself drawn back to the stark reality. My world has been reduced to 8 by 11 feet. I hope that I will one day feel the wind again, but for now I can only dream of what freedom is like and try to find something inside of myself, as I seek hope from behind the bars of my prison cell.