Sitting in this locked cell,
just staring at the sky….
I can’t get out of this one,
no matter how hard I cry.
The letters just quit coming,
Nobody trusts my lies.
They wonder why I’m in here,
like I didn’t even try.
My life is in a hole these days,
and slowly I’ve begun to fade.
My friends no longer write me,
and my family is ashamed.
My boyfriend got a new girl,
the night I went away.
I’m lost in a cold, dark forest,
and I just can’t find my way.
The world’s going on around me,
but me, I’m here locked up.
I started to pray to Jesus,
but I don’t deserve his love.
I just want to be outside,
with the freedom of a dove.
And so I sit here crying,
to my saviour up above.
9/8/07 written by amanda spencer at BRJDC
yahshanti, 7 months ago
Jah Blessings Sister, this poem touched on some vivid memories for me. I’ve been in that kind of space so many times in my past. But through the loving grace and mercy of the Lord Jesus, I have come through to experience true freedom in Christ. Keep the eyes of your heart on Jesus sister and I promise that will be enough to keep you free from all the shackles and bondage of life. God Bless Amanda.
amandarenae, 7 months ago
Thank you. . . =)