Merely a two piece furniture;
Barely fused, hinges fallen apart.
It was mine alone,
I shared with none.
My personal cell space.

Set by the window frame,
Beyond which lies a picture of freedom;
Barred by the twisted wires,
I could hardly reach beyond my thoughts.
My personal space, also my cell.

I run to it for comfort,
As though confined and choking,
I reach out pleading for air;
Still restrained by its lock,
This cell sets me free, fills my lungs.

Inspired by the peace that lay beyond,
I splatter words on paper,
Holding on to the pen as ink spills,
Eyes blurred with ideas, letters taking shape.
My thoughts roam free within my cell.

Plagued by the unknown,
I question the air that commutes both worlds,
Of my freedom beyond this space,
Which came unheard;
Not a second to bid my personal cell space goodbye.