Time

Sand slips, losing its grip through the hands of time
like a forgotten girl's life falls through the cracks
lost somewhere between the concrete blocks and razor wire
an elegant autobiography etched into prison walls
with pretty nails and homemade make-up
surrounded by misogynistic hieroglyphics
like a single feminine rose drowning in a sea of thorns
Next to pictures of strangers she things she remembers
if memories could be more than just enemies to her
Continuously drifting through her thoughts and her dreams
like a long, lonely river flowing refusing to surrender
As she paces her cell and finally realizes
that time can never truly heal, or feel
it will only reveal that even mirrors are capable of lies
and forever and forgiveness, love and redemption
were never things she could ever obtain or acquire
As tomorrows die and resurrect as yesterdays
she waits and she prays to the women before her
And the scars on her arms, her only friends left
Will remain by her side until her last breath . . .