Survival
A woman sits in a cell,
The concrete cold as ice,
Thoughts consume her personal hell,
After "they" turn out the lights.
She sees a little girl,
No more than four or five,
Learning how to kick and fight,
Striving to survive.
It wasn't supposed to be this way,
He promised her he wouldn't,
But he did it anyways,
Even he knew he shouldn't.
Now she has a legacy,
A daughter proud and strong,
Caught between two different worlds,
Willing to belong.
Her past had caught up with her,
Her future looking dim,
She looks at the present,
And she thinks of him.
It hadn't been her fault,
She hadn't meant for it to go this way,
But there she was with him,
Pregnant on her wedding day.
She promised to protect them,
A vow she never broke,
A burden she bore gratefully,
But not a word she spoke.
He didn't understand,
She knew it would come in time,
The bigger picture, the bigger plan,
Planted carefully between the lines.
And now she sits alone a night,
Awaiting the day when she's free,
The day her name is cleared,
To be with her family.