18 tedious months when the times were hard ,

18 tedious months when the times were hard
prisoner in my own room , my window germinated into steel bars ,
loitering in the same spot waiting for the time to pass ,
eyes close , I’m disorientated like a snake in tall grass ,

waiting tediously protracted for a letter or call ,
patience touching borderline as I gaze enviously at the same wall ,
drop the sick note in the job centre feeling abusted and small ,
but mind remains headstrong engaged deep in the brawl ,  

soldiered on disregarding the botheration , 
my spinal cord was in need of calibration ,
stood up to be counted and trudged back to work ,
mind began to blossom whilst soul chose to perk ,
and still here I am to this present day
happier and brighter , wouldn’t have it any other way.