He remains behind walls
built of concrete and consequence.
I remain behind walls
built of memory.
No guards watch my steps.
No judge signs my release.
Still, I scratch out days
in tally marks.
The door stands open,
I know this.
God, I know this.
And yet
I sleep with the light on,
as if freedom is a thing
I still haven't earned.
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