TITLE: Prison Bars 1/25/2018
By Michelle Gretz
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The unseen prison was ever with me.
It was there even as a small child.
Its unmovable bars encaged and enraged.
I cried painfully, but they heard me not.
Clenching my fists, moved them not.
Exhausted I slept.
Another day, another year passed by.
Where I went, it went also. As I aged, it aged.
This cage could not be outrun nor outgrown.
People saw my misery but had not the key.
They did not recognize its unseen source.
The cold bars of repetition multiplied.
I saw them everywhere in every life.
Fellow prisoners seemed to shut down.
Eye light dimmed; smiles faded.
Daily words became eerily rote.
In desperation, I prayed to God.
Why didn’t I think to do this before?
He didn’t remove the repetitiveness of life,
Instead, he changed my viewpoint.
He showed me its beauty and purpose.
Now I am free.
Life’s repetitions are tools in God’s hand.
Through them, he grows faithfulness.
He feels love expressed day in and day out.
He sees the weak become strong.
The very things I so long to be are there;
Alongside those very cold, unmovable bars.
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