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Poetry

The Road to Redemption

Stepping forward

By

Elisa

Elisa writes from a prison in Victoria.

Willy Pleasance

Don't follow in my footsteps

It's been no Sunday stroll

No the road to redemption

Isn't paved in gold

It's rough and it's rugged 

And full of potholes 

Yes the road to redemption 

Is strewn with hot coals 

That blister and burn 

Then leave scars on your soul 

The road to redemption

Can't be found on the map

And no one can show you the way 

There's no easy path for you to traverse 

The signs will just lead you astray 

The road to redemption

Has forks and side tracks 

But don't let them tempt you 

And never turn back

Locked gates and high fences

There's even road blocks 

Don't be tempted by offers 

To open the locks

As there is no key 

It's a code you must crack 

On the road to redemption

When the day turns to night 

You can 't see the stars

And there's no guiding light 

Can't cross the bridges

You burnt on the way 

Or swim troubled waters

You leave in your wake

It will take all your strength 

To just stay afloat

Our hearts are held hostage 

Within the moat

Don't follow in my footsteps

It's been no Sunday stroll

No the road to redemption

Isn't paved in gold

It's rough and it's rugged 

And full of potholes 

Yes the road to redemption 

Is strewn with hot coals 

That blister and burn 

Then leave scars on your soul 

The road to redemption

Can't be found on the map

And no one can show you the way 

There's no easy path for you to traverse 

The signs will just lead you astray 

The road to redemption

Has forks and side tracks 

But don't let them tempt you 

And never turn back

Locked gates and high fences

There's even road blocks 

Don't be tempted by offers 

To open the locks

As there is no key 

It's a code you must crack 

On the road to redemption

When the day turns to night 

You can 't see the stars

And there's no guiding light 

Can't cross the bridges

You burnt on the way 

Or swim troubled waters

You leave in your wake

It will take all your strength 

To just stay afloat

Our hearts are held hostage 

Within the moat

This
piece
was originally printed in the
July 2024
edition of About Time.
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