As I look at all the walls around me,

I am quickly reminded of where I am.

The days go by,

the sweet memories of what life was like,

slowing starts to fade away.

The times where having a door to the bathroom,

just seemed like a necessity.

Now, I am lucky if I have enough

sand-paper like toilet paper left to use,

when it’s my turn.

Or the time where walking outside barefoot,

in the freshly-cut green grass,

was just something that

came to be second nature.

Now, I all I have is this cold,

grey-colored cement to put my feet on.

Or maybe the time where I could

put on my pajamas, and hop into bed,

and drift off into a peaceful nights sleep.

Now, I all I have  is this paper-like thin,

shirt and pants that I get to use,

to lay on my hard-as-a-rock bed,

and sleep, well that’s gone.

At the end of the day,

all of those times were mine before,

if I could only have remembered,

that freedom is never free.


Photo Credit: wisegeek

©2015 Sheridan Johnson @Journey with the Johnsons. All Rights Reserved.

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