The Journey
Freshly released, will I be overwhelmed?
Navigating penitentiary waters, I stood at the helm.
These waters I’ve seen before, but has perception changed?
Many problems wit’ self, others I have never blamed.
I’m thinking about huggin’ Rachel, Kelsey, -n- my Godmother,
I miss my mom and brother…I’m thankful I have had a mom and a brother.
For those who come next?
Remember that there was I, who did more with less.
Remember that I wasn’t the first, nor will I be the last.
To travel to my future…to defeat my past.
5-22-21
By Jory Patrick Lang
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