Included is a poem written by Michael and my honest response of encouragement. May it offer hope to anyone who challenges themselves to choose to heal toward being a quality human. There are so many men wanting to transform. There are many who hear their pain. There are too few who truly listen. About Time gives all a voice to proclaim their sorrow and continue their amends. This challenges all to honestly listen with compassion and care. Thanks to you and your professionalism for making transformation possible.
Shalom, David.
Michael:
Alone in my cell, in my cell each day I cry.
It doesn’t matter if I live or die.
People laugh at me and don’t feel my pain,
Even when it’s sunny it feels like rain.
Each day I know I’m losing hope.
What’s gone, can no longer cope.
A man can no longer cope when he has lost everything he loved,
When he’s the only one.
My children have forgotten me,
My shadow has befriended me.
One day you’re nothing, a forgotten king,
And the next, a clown.
And in the sea of sadness I will drown.
God was once my heart, but now I feel we are no longer anything more.
We are held deep, far apart.
I have no more to thrive to live, no more to give.
Just close my eyes and never more weep,
That I may eternally finally sleep.
David:
Michael, you stand at another crossroad of your life. Your poem expresses your feelings of powerlessness.
Your sketches show your desire for goodness. Your sharing indicates seeking wisdom. Your tears are the balm of healing. Your wise words to others are filled with compassion.
It is time to decide: self-honesty or self-pity? Stay powerless or ask for power? Trust in yourself or trust in God’s care? Remain selfish or live selflessly? Choose death or transformation? Die, or live.
David
Included is a poem written by Michael and my honest response of encouragement. May it offer hope to anyone who challenges themselves to choose to heal toward being a quality human. There are so many men wanting to transform. There are many who hear their pain. There are too few who truly listen. About Time gives all a voice to proclaim their sorrow and continue their amends. This challenges all to honestly listen with compassion and care. Thanks to you and your professionalism for making transformation possible.
Shalom, David.
Michael:
Alone in my cell, in my cell each day I cry.
It doesn’t matter if I live or die.
People laugh at me and don’t feel my pain,
Even when it’s sunny it feels like rain.
Each day I know I’m losing hope.
What’s gone, can no longer cope.
A man can no longer cope when he has lost everything he loved,
When he’s the only one.
My children have forgotten me,
My shadow has befriended me.
One day you’re nothing, a forgotten king,
And the next, a clown.
And in the sea of sadness I will drown.
God was once my heart, but now I feel we are no longer anything more.
We are held deep, far apart.
I have no more to thrive to live, no more to give.
Just close my eyes and never more weep,
That I may eternally finally sleep.
David:
Michael, you stand at another crossroad of your life. Your poem expresses your feelings of powerlessness.
Your sketches show your desire for goodness. Your sharing indicates seeking wisdom. Your tears are the balm of healing. Your wise words to others are filled with compassion.
It is time to decide: self-honesty or self-pity? Stay powerless or ask for power? Trust in yourself or trust in God’s care? Remain selfish or live selflessly? Choose death or transformation? Die, or live.
David
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When I paint, I'm not in prison anymore. I'm lost for hours in my artwork.
I’d think there are a lot of inmates looking for someone to talk to, for some people it might help with the healing process.
Since having my first ever grandson nearly 3 years ago now, it’s made me realise that I not only want to change, but I need to do it not only for myself but for my family.
My name is Jean. I am a wiry spitfire, 65 years young, and incarcerated for the past 24 years with a L.W.O.P. (Life Without Parole) sentence.
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