Heartbeat of a Sleeping Giant
Heartbeat of a sleeping giant
In my mind, there is a boy who exist in
Chains.
Inside a cold, dark room of painful
Solitude-- is where is heart would remain.
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable,
As relentless as the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt and dark, brainwashed
And hopelessly blind.
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces,
Lifers and guards with hallow faces.
Shackled hearts afraid of changes,
And weakened wills become complacent.
Yet I maintain with patience,
Time can limit but shatter my will,
Strength blazed across my chest as solid as
Penitentiary steel.
But silence speaks,
It tells me all I need to hear,
It confirms my believes and it promises
I have to fear.
It reminds me that without freedom,
I’m alone.
And these whitewashed walls
Don’t make up for blackened souls.
I’ve given 95% of my boys
A handshake than a pound,
Before they were either locked down,
Or buried off in cemetery grounds.
What I’ve done is who I am,
But who I am is what I do now.
I won’t let up or cease to fight.
Just time I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right lies within me.
I’m learning to appreciate my struggle
For it would be hard to find the
Joy of accomplishment without it.
We live and we learn.
We rise and we fall.
Like the heartbeat of a
Sleeping giant,
With bittersweet dreams.
Stay up, never down.
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