Your standing in front of a mirror
You stare around it
Images remind you of where you have been
and where you will go
Like a dream,
If you reach out you can touch it.
In one corner you see yourself and a man
You look the same.
Your smiles are skin deep
Your eyes tell a story sad enough to break hearts.
The moment is clear.
A visit to an inmate.
His heart is as much of a prisoner as his body
But in the moment captured
You remember the smiles and the laughter
It makes you hopeful for the next one.
He is strong.
He is weak.
He is innocent.
He is guilty.
He just is.
No expectations weigh him down
He is free to fly up where he belongs
With those who have a gentle heart
But a greedy need to fulfill it.
He did what he could
The blame doesnt belong to him
This burden he bares is yours.
You did this to him
So sleep well knowing he isnt.
The boy you raised has left you
Now all thats left is the shell of the man prison has raised.
Be proud.
You fucked up.
