Echoes of Injustice: A Stolen Life Reclaimed
Embers Within Poetry Series 13
Her fate was sealed with a single word: guilty. A verdict carved in stone, the echo sharp and chilly.
Hope, a fragile flame, flickered in her eyes, then died, Leaving ashes of injustice, where innocence had lied.
They saw a ghost, a shadow in the courtroom’s light, A woman marked by whispers, judged by wrongs not quite Her own.
Convenience painted her the villain’s part, A pawn sacrificed on the altar of a hardened heart.
Years bled into one another, a monotonous stream, The prison walls, her canvas, painted with a mournful dream.
Each sunrise mocked her freedom, a cruel reminder’s sting, Of stolen days, stolen laughter, a life on the wing
Clipped and tethered to a cell, her spirit wouldn’t break, She found solace in the silence, strength for her own sake.
Books became her companions, whispers filling the air, Of heroes defying tyrants, of burdens they’d dare to bear.
In the rhythm of falling rain, she saw a cleansing tide, Washing away the slander, the lies that they’d confide.
