In prison, waking up can be particularly painful. When I was in the SHU (Canada’s Super Max) I would sometimes imagine the scenes in this poem to help me get through the day.
I remember a time, not long ago
When I once sailed all alone
When despair was an endless ocean
and the land of hope was but a dream
When I would awake at the break of dawn
and the highest mast I would slowly climb
To look for as far as my eyes could see
Hoping for an end to my misery
My sight would return with nothing at all
My heart would ache and my head would fall
But in my sadness, I would hear a voice
Saying despair was but a choice
You’re not alone for God is your friend
and every hardship must one day end
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