And she sits
There
Framed by her
Window.
A picture for
Today,
A Picture for
Tomorrow.
She knows
Every shape,
Every mark
In her
Room.
There are no
Guards
No guns
No locks.
Her walls
Her
Confinement
Her head.
Somewhere
Else
A wave Crashes
Onto a Beach
A Nightingale sings -
Somewhere
Else.
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