Friday, January 04, 2013

Not Really a Poem

The compassion I feel
for the prisoner of any kind,
for the addict of any substance,
for the spiritually unaware,
is the same compassion
I wish to give myself.
I can not only imagine
how most cannot forgive themselves,
I empathize,
because I've been one of them,
and maybe still I am.
We all deserve
to be gentler with ourselves.
We all deserve the right
to be free.  We all deserve
redemption. 
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