The hammer slips through my sweaty blistered hand, breathing heavily I look through the small hole that I have made through out the years. I can’t believe that in twelve years I have only been able to chip a pea size hole on this cold brick wall, that has been my prison. So much hope in the begining that slowly turned to anger and now just feeling dispair at this slow progress. Only if I had some explosive’s I would be free, freedom just 4 solid brick walls keeping me from it.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath near the hole. A scent of fresh wild flowers register happy memories that I hope will become into realty.
Hearing the cackle inside this box tears stream down my face. Please, someone help me. I am trying but 12 years I only have this pea size hole to show for it. I won’t give up, I CAN’T. I need to break free and tell it all….
I rub my hands on the worn pants that are paper thin, pick up the hammer raise it over my head and swing towards the pea size hole again. This time when it strikes, I hope I get it to collapse…