A window behind bars

When you have less energy, when more longing is left, when faith is running out and hope fades, and the last breath is about to be whispered, the mind flies and prevents you from collapsing, making you see that freedom waits in time. Today, I am thankful for my plain mind, whom by getting to me lets out my imprisoned soul. And now with a beating heart awaits sentence, without realizing that there is no worse sentence than having my spirit and soul imprisoned. The sorrows take away all the freedom; what can never be snatched are the spirit and the plain soul.

Laura Rosete Infante

CERESO Puebla

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