I write a lot about gratitude.
10/02/2021
Carefree despite the baggage
That haunts my steps
Sooner or later I have to tell them all
Where I’ve been and what I’ve done
See them accept or see them run
My cross to bare
And I’m strangely at ease with it all
The pain I’ve endured in the past
Make a little rejection seem like nothing
And the lack of joy in my past
Makes the little victories resonate
With heavenly rapture
It could all be worse
I could have lost my life
To the cinder block walls
By my own hand
Or a murderous lifer
But I’m nothing if not patient
And the present continues to heal
The wounds in my tired soul
And I can see
My family and friends
Without glass between us
So every day is a little better
Than the hard years, hard fought
Hard time and hard living
These days
I can finish the day
With a little wine
And a little poetry
A little study
And a little content
That grows like a Bonsai
With tender love and care
I am truly blessed to have today
And tmrw and forever after that
Free as a bird
And healing in the light of
The battle fought and the war won
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I write a lot about gratitude, it’s a corner stone of my inner dialogue so it makes sense but I’m think I’m going to aim for something less thoroughly explored in the next few.
It’s a strange process to go through telling people I was recently in jail for a seriously long time, most people are cool with it up to a point but it makes dating a balance between honesty and scaring them away sharing too early.
The Bonsai reference is no accident, I’ve been reading up on looking after them and plan to grow one soon.
Freedom is a beautiful thing.
You have crafted a very movingly and lyrically observed poem. Well done!
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