Time heals so let it pass without trauma.
Can I ever really heal?
The wounds I caused my family
As we tentatively navigate
Our world of broken dreams
Will my mother ever be the same?
Knowing the deeds that led me to jail
And knowing the deeds that took place in that jail
The good son and brother, the best of our clan
Lost his great love
In the furnace of our troubles
And all is forever blackened
By the weight of our regrets
I owe it to my kin
To never take my foot off the brakes
In the challenge to make something more of myself
Other than the cause of black misery and death
When you get locked up you’re not just hurting yourself, you’re hurting your friends, family and loved ones that all suffer in various ways as you struggle through your time.
My crime hurt those around me and it burns to think of it but the opposite effect is true when you start to kick goals during and after jail.
I’ll never forget telling my folks I got second prize in the prison creative writing comp or buying my mother a watch with my first pay check at a real job on the outside.
Time heals so let it pass without trauma and slowly mend our souls.