Holding on…

Image by Bruno /Germany from Pixabay

Through the wire, I see snow-capped mountains
The wire sharp, I cannot leave this man-made hell.
The guards, they march outside my cage.
Time has forgotten me, skin and bone
I cling to life.
Help will come on metal wings.
Some in iron boxes on caterpillar tracks
New soldiers to break the wire down.
Outside I stand, with souls beside me.
Does the ground beneath my feet feel strange?
Does freedom echo through my bones?
Is someone out there with my name?
Will they find me,
take me to walk on snow-capped mountains?

© Anita Dawes 2021

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