The words tumbled down around me.

Lexicon, paragraphs; the sentence echoed in my ears.

Throwing the book at me, the accusations upheld.

I didn’t deserve the weight of the law.


Under lock and key were my private thoughts;

My diary used as evidence in a public court.

Pages published in the press condemned me.

Her parents followed the law to the letter.


Behind bars, those golden years are now tainted.

England turned over a new leaf and a new chapter began.

Illegal and consigned to the history books, we ran.

Caught and caged, I inscribe messages on the prison walls.



About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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