2 years

2 Years If you had told me two years ago I would write a poem such as this, I'd laugh or scoff. Coming in I was positive this was it, the end, my swan song. In conversation with family, friends, correctional officers, and staff; I have expressed my wholehearted belief that there is no bouncing back from this and that I had failed at life. What has allowed this shift in thinking was the steadfast love of family, insistent reminders of strangers, and assurance of those who reside inside with me that it feels that way, but feelings are not facts. This poem is for everyone inside who is pushing forward, striving for better, and visualizing a version of themselves that is not limited by a label. Ultimately, this poem is for myself. A reminder at any given time that this is not the end. 730 days later, I'm still here Still going Still growing Still holding onto hope Knowing where my help comes from I've been up I've been down Through it all I have found A peace, a love, a joy That tethers & propels me forward The peace of God The love of family The joy in knowing this is not the end Just a chance to begin again - Nova