Response Letter to My Imprisoned Son

Letter to My Son

You say you're in hell paying your debt.
Well, I'm in solitary confinement, on this you can bet.
You are forced to face and pay for your error.
I hide from living life, stay to self, avoid mirrors.
I can't even gaze my own eyes in reflection.
The hurt is so deep it's like an infection.
Alone I remain
in my own hidden pain
and hope everyday, that you change your direction.
You're my son and I love you so dearly, that's true
Yet I am also so angry at you.
David,
My secret cell of turmoil and sadness
is not behind bars or concrete or madness.
It's inside my own heart all hidden from view
Son I am in prison,
just like you.
Love,
Mom