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Poem: The Cell

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By Christi Ortiz

A man told me a story
“I once held a prisoner
for years and years
refusing to release him

until I decided one day
to finally let him go free
and I realized that day
that the prisoner was me”

 

Christi Ortiz

About Christi Ortiz

Christi Ortiz is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion.  She enjoys trying to put to words to that which is wordless and give voice to the dynamic and wild spiritual journey called life. She lives in Spokane with her husband and two children, Emmanuel and Grace. She loves the outdoors and meditating in the early mornings which gives rise to her poetry.

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