Free

My son is gone
He has left me of his own free will
He is incarcerated, and I with him

No one tells you that your days become dark
No one lets you know you count the hours, the days, the minutes

I was not told it would feel like death
I was not made aware of the pain that rips through my chest when I think of my baby who is now a man. I wait for him to come home after years of seeing him behind bars.

I will be older, and I will be so teflon coated to the misery that surrounds me as I think of him.

My son is gone
He has left me from his own decisions
He is incarcerated, and I with him

When he comes home I will be there to love him, to accept his
mind. To guide him forward, to pray for him

My son is gone
I miss him so
He is incarcerated, and I with him

I just want to be free