In the Prison of March and the Libra Woman

Time, wrinkled and broken,
  Please provide me with a safe haven
  Away from the troubles of this world
  And the ills of humankind.
Make me young, where I
  Once failed to gain respect
  And grow more towards
  The dreams I have dreamt for myself,
  And no one else.
Please release the shackles I have inside me
  Confined to walls once bloodied by negative emotions,
  Surrendered to a world that refuses
  To see what I possess,
  I am the victim of a blind society
  On the brink of destruction.
So finally, here I am, sullen and restrained
  My children on the verge of death.
  If I may ask this and nothing else:
    That I be given the privilege,
                To see her again...