A Short Poem

I am a prisoner,
Confined to a cell.
Forgetting freedom,
And expecting hell.

Having no other choice,
But to be tough as nails.
In order to survive,
In these jails.

I sit here remembering,
All of my days.
Praying I’ll be successful,
In changing my ways.

I know my road,
Is up hill ahead.
A struggle within,
And many tears to shed.

I don’t want to be a statistic,
And rejected by society.
All I want is to be happy, loved,
And successful in sobriety.

I have suffered so much violence,
And so much pain.
I need to see the light,
So it all doesn’t end in vain.

~ Shanon
London Drug Treatment
Court Participant