Hope in Lockdown




She waits quietly in my cell.
I squint but all I see is a
shape of light by the window.
I reach out to try to touch her but
my hands pass through cumulus clouds
her shape shifts in the confined space,
until suddenly she’s next to me
Who are you I ask
her lullaby voice soothes me
hush now she says and strokes my hair
like a mother would a child
she kisses my forehead and
all I can smell is candy floss
deep down I know why she is here
one day she tells me.
one day soon it will all be ok
And I believe her

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