Your Bars Are My Bars
A four-part poem series on shared confinement and unbroken bond.
Your Bars Are My Bars — Part 1
Your bars are my bars. I am imprisoned too. Your bars are my bars. How could this happen to us? Your bars are my bars. How did something so precious slip away? Your bars are my bars. Every day, I find myself missing y
Your Bars Are My Bars — Part 2
Your bars are my bars. Though I walk beneath an open sky, my soul remains confined. Your bars are my bars. The day they closed your cell, they locked away a part of me. Your bars are my bars. Love never asked permissio
Your Bars Are My Bars — Part 3
Your bars are my bars. The judge sentenced one of us, but life sentenced us both. Your bars are my bars. You count the years. I count the memories. Your bars are my bars. Steel surrounds your body, while silence surrou
Your Bars Are My Bars — Part 4
Your bars are my bars. Earth may separate us, but God still knows our names. Your bars are my bars. Chains may hold the body, but they cannot imprison the soul. Your bars are my bars. I pray that every tear has been co
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