“On being in jail, and being abused…            written: October 2001
…such an extraordinarily fine line exists between the two.

“You” in this poem, refers to " him", and the “system"

You have my body – you’ll never have me.
inside my heart, I’m wild and free.
My soul is mine, it can’t be caged,
this part of my life is only a stage.
You seek to punish, you’d love to destroy,
we’ll play your game, you be my toy.
I seek to survive, true to mine to the end,
there’s nothing left you can take from me,
and no way you will win.
My hopes and dreams of what will be,
unattainable by you, or can’t you see?
Your power once scared me,
 it brought me to tears,
it is now but a challenge, I feed on the fear.

c  October, 2001, Crying Thunder, c August, 2009,

This is for anyone who has ever felt beaten down, there is hope. There is a strength inside of all of us,and when you think you can't go on, say a prayer, and dig down deep and you will find what you need.

It is not optional, otherwise you have let him, and them win.