Page 8 - Motherhood in Prison

Pressed But Not

Destroyed

Help me
Who would help a crying woman?
The woman cries for peace
Peace in the heart
Oh my four little children
I ran away from you
In a way that I couldn’t control
I am so sorry
My heart is broken
Broken like a mirror
That cannot be fixed

Help me
I can’t handle this pressure
It’s too hot, I am weak
I can’t feel my feet
It’s getting cold like ice
Oh now the ice is moving up
It’s getting dark
So dark like a black cloth

Oh I can see a little light
Little light at the far end
Surely, though the storm
Can be as high as the mountain
It will surely calm

By: Agnes
Date: 19.11.2021

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