Privacy Breached

A bracelet, more like an anklet,

because freedom was too far stretched.

Not the elegant, delicate kind,

but a public shaming defined.

Defined by a GPS assigned,

to keep my tracks known; keep me confined.

Confined to the rules and curfews,

until my leash training is through.

Privacy stripped away,

do I dare go out or at home stay?

The rules and PO I must obey,

so no longer I’ll be enslaved.

For being a captive is a slave,

a slave to a piece of plastic.

Banded to my leg with elastic,

keeping track of how I behave.

I own my faults and failures,

consequences are inevitable.

I pray the courts show a little favor,

as my path has become a little straighter.

The tick and the tock of the clock,

brings me closer to the day the lock.

Will be cut from my ankle forever,

and freedom and I will again be together.

So, yes, losing something priceless requires bravery,

at times I may need to call up the cavalry.

To support me through this journey,

of partial captivity.