As I envision , I gaze into a lifeless jail cell and my heart is broken at the sight I am forced to witness. I can feel the sorrow and grief penetrate the cold prison bars and with a quick glance a blurred image flashes before my eyes. I see myself with my hands and legs clasped in chains and shackles. My mouth is taped shut and no words are spoken even as my mouth struggles to speak. My eyes are kept hidden by a handkerchief that is tied around my head. When I return to reality, I find myself with the fear of how it would be without free ....