Grace expressed through prison walls
not the ones with barb wired tops
instead I refer to humanity
an illness I desire to depart

captive to the mortality
both the path and the cage
reflections shared by heart and mind
bars that enclose the muse’s slave

the essence longing to be revealed
joint ownership I’ll convey
of the worse that pain will bring
and the heights of joy’s lament

perhaps the gods will not mind
that I tattle on the truth concealed
behind the trials they contrive
hoops to jump for salvation’s sake

these are my yoke to bear
convenience gained for reason lost
twisting in a wind made by a world
that I wish to impress before I go

beyond my days the fame may come
something more than baying words
I’ll not care if that’s alright
my grace will be freed from prison walls.

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