She awoke from a nightmare

Of shackles and prisons

Of being locked away without the chance to gaze upon

The refreshing blue of the morning sky.

The blackness of the cell

Unnatural

So unlike the freeing darkness of the night.

To hear nothing,

Not the sound of the birds

Nor the winds rushing past.

She awoke

With a sigh of relief.

As she began her day,

She told herself that she was lucky

Not to be imprisoned,

To have her freedom stolen.

Trying to lift her spirits,

She walked out with stooped shoulders

To a day she wished had ended already.

Not knowing

Not understanding

That not every prison has walls.