She is the  real prisoner outside those prison gates,
The one that waits by her phone and Answers it every time he calls
The one that can’t sleep at night worried about her child
She has given up her life to hopefully make it to his time of release
She fears for him every waking hour and even in her little sleep
The day of his sentencing was her sentencing as well
She no longer lives her life she feels chained inside her thoughts
She can’t watch a movie or listen to music without breaking down in tears because something always reminds her of him
She can’t enjoy seeing a father with his children because he doesn’t even know his
She spends her last dime and borrows if he needs more she’s the one that will always be there for him but the only one that he disrespects
He takes out all of his anger on her as her tears roll down her cheeks
She feels his pain and knows he’s hurt and she can’t protect him from harm
For every day he remains locked up feels like years off of her life
So she confines herself and every passing thought
I know all of these things to be the truth because the she I speak of is me.
Locked inside my own prison until the day when he’s set free