We’ve earned a little respite from the cruel sea.
27/8/2020
An ocean of guilt
Paradise lost
The vessel of our content
Sunk into the merciless sea
Every mistake
Now our own infinite failure
And as quality of life
Comes creeping back in
We protect it with fire
We’ve done the hard yards
We’ve paid our dues
We all deserve this
Our souls to wander unfettered
Let synapses fire like fire works
Let the golden laughter fill our dreams
Let us be the best version of our selves
And be safely anchored
Until we return from the sea
We wear our scars like a suit of armor
We’re a strong clan you see
We are what we need to be
And me the zero son
The sword of our collective wills
So come with us
Heads held high
As our fresh wings
Let us soar ever higher
Live positive
Or die trying
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When you get locked up you’re not only hurting yourself you hurt all your friends, loved ones and support networks. When I got arrested it was paradise lost for my family, nothing would ever be the same again. But we did the hard yards, my family kept supporting me and I did my time and repaid my debt to society. I feel like we’ve earned a little respite from the cruel sea and who knows what heights of happiness and content we can reach in the future.
I loved this poem, Christo, both the composition and the content. All the best to you and your family! 🙂 Cheryl
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Very movingly evoked and explained.
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