Within the prison of these lines
Where every morning I sit and wait
Assessing the severity of my crimes
Staring through these bars of words
At you my self-constructed fate
That bird who mocked me in the spring
Shrieks in late summer her alarm
Enough to jar my body from my soul
Practicing my planned release
Into the freedom of your forgiveness
All you plants and stones I harmed
All you waves and birds I missed
Who wait to take me back
And assure me I'll return
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