The ticking of a clock
I now hear in my head
My days are numbered
A future I live for
A place I can see
Safe and Free where I can be me
A fresh start I will have
While working on me
Away from this place
I will no longer see
The pain and the suffering of the many
Who long to be free.
Choices made, not all smart ones it seems
Making adjustments
Behind these locked doors
Facing tomorrow
When my feet hit the floor
Helen Rich
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