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It’s Not a Bad Cell, But it is a Cell
If…
Some Crown of sorrows sit
Upon a little world for a little hour –
Who shall remember it? Who shall care for it?
-C. S. Lewis, “In Prison,” Spirits in Bondage
It’s not a bad cell, but it is a cell
Requiring you not to be who you are
Quietly within your designated space
And keeping your insolence to yourself
A grated hatch of disapproval drops
And leaves you to the berth penanced to you
A hard and narrow bunk of pain and guilt
Against a wall that now must be your world
And in that world do thoughtful battle against
Shrill voices telling you how wrong you are
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