I see a prison in the mirror sometimes.
Sometimes it smiles back at me, and sometimes it winks before I go out on a date.
It even fools me from time to time, and I start to think, "I could live in there. I could be comfortable."
And at the very moment where things begin to feel content again, the bars appear, and I remember the constraints.
Still, I imagine I haven't been sentenced for life.
My Judge is just and forgiving, and there is no jury.
And so, I await His appeal.
I will wait and pray and hope and live.
I will live, and despite the prison, I will make plans for the time of my freedom.