Poverty, a prison,
not with iron bars
but with invisible boundaries
that trap the soul in plain sight.
It is the long walk to nowhere,
the empty hands that reach for bread
and return with nothing.
It is the silence in the stomach,
the noise in the mind,
the weight of tomorrow
when today has not been fed.
Poverty is a ceiling that refuses to rise,
a floor that keeps collapsing,
a door that stays shut
no matter how many times it is knocked.
It watches children grow without growing,
with eyes wide and voices quiet,
learning early that dreams
are luxuries not everyone can afford.
Poverty is the cold side of the world
where effort is not enough,
where talent dries up
beneath the glare of lack,
where hope comes dressed in secondhand clothes
and still gets turned away.
It is not just lack of money,
it is the erosion of dignity,
the slow fading of self-worth,
the exhaustion that lives in the bones.
Poverty is a prison.
And millions sit in its cells
with no sentence,
no crime,
just circumstance.
But prisons can be broken
just like Prison Break!
A voice can rise in the stillness,
a hand can reach through the bars,
a system can be changed.
Hope is not a visitor;
it lives in the cracks,
in the fight,
in the stubborn refusal
to be forgotten.
One spark,
one chance,
one act of courage
and the walls begin to fall.
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Author:
Arabella (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2025 10:05
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Comments6
What a poem!
Thank you.
I love the transition from reality to hope at the end.
Great piece of art here!
Thank you so much!
a great write
Thank you!
most welcome
A wonderful write of something in this day and age the world should be ashamed off, poverty, I very like the way the write goes from the harsh reality of poverty to encouraging hope, enjoyed the read
I'm honored. Thank you.
You are very welcome
A wonderful metaphor and left with the feeling of hope. Well written
Thanks a lot.
Quite possibly the most realistic depiction of this topic I've ever read on these pages.
I'm honored! Thank you so much!
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