Bars...
Notes of music
Bars...
Where alcohol is served
Bars...
Prison/ A cage

Zebras took my kids away, then locked me in a cage, where (even though I posted bail) I still remain. Never claimed to be the best mom but I did my best and they should not be gone!
I will fight it/contest it... Of course I will, but it feels as though I'm still in jail. Bars in my mind making me blind to any semblance of assurity that this nightmare will one day cease to be. And no bars of music will lift my spirits up and no loneliness or sense of failure can be drowned at a bar, from a cup.
© JoyWhitsonBell