The Beginning of Solitary Confinement (Solitary Confinement 1-7)

The solitude of an empty

night, is revisited in the morning,

in the blink of one weary eye,

I awake from the depths of snoring.

Rarely is hope found in a damp

old cell in the heat  of a summer night.

Yet freedom comes to those that are numb,

victory is nigh.

These precious moments armeE ass see s je still a gift

in the midst of exploring….while half awake

while in a dream, while meandering 

in the morning.