She's in Prison

Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals



I’m finding there’s no solace in the fact that it’s Friday and the weekend is here.




Grab yourself a mug of tea and smilešŸ™‚


Run Away

run-awayThis poem is how I feel today. This is how I’ve felt all week. And though I can’t run away or get in my car and drive forever without knowing where I’m going, and though I can’t escape my own life or pretend to be someone else, it doesn’t mean that I don’t wish I could, even just for the weekend. I also know everyone out there has felt this way at some point or another, feel utter shame or sadness or overwhelmed or trapped in your own life. I’m comforted to know I’m not alone in that. I feel strong that I can admit I feel this way and I’m thankfulĀ I can use poetry to work through it.



Mid-Thought.jpgSometimes the hardest conversations to listen to are the ones between your own heart and head.

Homework Break


Life’s busy as always. I’m thankful for the few brief minutes today that I took for myself to do a little writing. I wish you all a happy Tuesday!



I moved back in with my parents about a year ago during a time of transition in my life. They’ve been out of town since Wednesday, so I’m relearning what it’s like to be alone in a house. I often get freaked out at night when the quiet of the day settles into my bones. I crave the peace of mind to know there’s someone else there, as if their presence alone will protect me from whatever creeps in the shadows in my bedroom.

But the silence of the morning is refreshing. I’m enjoying the solitude, slowing down a little, not in a rush to go anywhere, allowing myself to unwind in the stillness, to feel the sunshine, to listen to my thoughts. I hope you find a moment this weekend to do the same.



This poem is inspired by “She Used to Be Mine” by Sara Bareilles. There’s something about writing in the 3rd person that felt freeing, an honesty to it. After all, it’s not about me. It’s about someone else.


AndI just finished writing a research paper and I feel like my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head. Not sure if I should cry, go run 3 miles, eat a whole pizza, or sleep. I guess it’s all worth it in the name of getting that Master of Science degree…

I wrote this poem this past weekend after watching the movie “Wild.” I slipped out to the front porch for a couple minutes and as soon as I came back inside this poem poured out of me in about 20 seconds. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt such intense inspiration. I wish all writing were that easy (writing a research paper perhaps).

Goodnight my friends.

–Leanne Rebecca


Stand in the Light

Stand in the Light

Inspired to tears.


SongSometimes on a Friday night, even when you’re tired and worn, and even when it’s late and no one else in your house is awake, you still find inspiration. You’re not sure from where, because your brain is dead and your back is sore and you’re slightly sad for no reason and way too sober. You find a poem in the nothing and that’s pretty cool.

One of these days I’m going to assemble all of the commentary I’ve written on here. I bet I’ll find many poems hidden there too amidst the blocks of unrefined text.

By the way, apparently my last post was my 500th poem. I got a notification on my phone shortly after I published it. Cheers to 501 poems on She’s in Prison. Thanks for sticking around for the journey.


Leanne Rebecca


UnwrittenAnd through it all, I’ll never stop writing.

One Hug

A HugHello.

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