I’ve been diligently putting my life back together,
attempting to find some stable ground
where I can feel vindicated from my past.
My home was a dungeon,
I got sentenced to life
for a crime, I did not commit.
My family tried vigorously to imprison my mind.
I labored even harder for my independence.
I believe I turned out okay.
God’s original intentions for me
triumphed their despicable expectations.
My story didn’t end at that kitchen table.