Gates & locks

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Steel.
Cold hard steel is all she feels.
Longing fingers cling onto merciless erect bars
"How did I get here?" she asks.
Not "how can I get out?"
or "why won't you let me out?"
Eyes full of wishes.
Heart full of hope.
Hands full of regret.
Feet chained to the ground.
The limitless sky spreads beyond the gates.
Fluffy floating cotton call out to her and she smiles.
"I can still see the sun from here".