They aren’t a thing of beauty

Those walls

They used to define me

Hold me in

Crying out despair in the darkness within

Pain

Hurt

Hopelessness

That became the only protection I knew

Held in

By that which held me back

Destroyed by all that I knew

The walls towered above me

Until I could see no way out

No different life

Then the lonely existence

I grew to know in the darkness

In the blackest dungeon

I cried out

Despair

In cold hard steel and stone

Impossibly

A light broke through

His light

His strength

Breaking down what was

Creating new life

From old destruction

They aren’t a thing of beauty

But they are real

They were me

A reminder of what he called me from

What he broke me out of

And hope

To those still trapped within