Sabria Kazmi

I look down at my wrists
because I still feel the chains
But my arms are bare
The chains aren’t there
And I remember
I’m free

I tell myself I can’t
because I’m a prisoner
But when I look around,
there’s no guard to be found
And I remember
I’m free

I think there’s no escape
I’m stuck here forever
But then my eyes drift,
and I see the bars lift
And I remember
I’m free

It’s funny though,
sometimes my wrists feel too light
And I miss the comfort of my cell
and my bunkmate as well
Because I’m not used to
Being free