Whittling away
at the stone walls of this cell,
each day I throw a handful
of gravel out the window.

Fingers bleed to the bone sometimes
but there is only one way to go.

It is both a blessing and a curse
to see the blue sky above
and dream of freedom.

“Free thyself from the fetters of this world, and loose thy soul from the prison of self. Seize thy chance, for it will come to thee no more.”

– Bahá’u’lláh