the awakening

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this was written at a&r prison, in a cell looking through a 19 in window on a cold morning, many of us have done things in which we regret, addiction was part of my downfall, i am clean now

this was a cold foggy day lookin out my lil window across a yard of razor wire was the beginning of a spiritual awakening.

Submitted: May 31, 2018

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Submitted: May 31, 2018






Here I sit in this cell, thinking of the places i've been, Even Hell.

Because i'm an Addict, I was put in this place, this very tiny space

I felt emotions like pain and disgrace, 

My parents stuck behind me through thick and thin,

Even though Istole from them, time and time again.

I was told I must look inside myself,and put my old way of living up upon a shelf.

I didn't know what I had been missing, the simple things like birds whistling,

a drop of rain dancing and glistening.

Today I choose to live , and have learned of  myself I must give,

and share my past with many others, wheter sister or brother

If i'm to know peace and love I must look up above..

To the One Truest Love

By ones old self dying, lots of regret and even some crying..

We can ruely have "The Awakening"


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