Poem from Florida

Forgotten and Alone in Prison

Here I am locked up again,
with no family or loved ones near.
All that’s left inside of me
is the sadness and fear.
I pray to God for salvation and
to lead me in his precious grace.
As I beg him to show me mercy
as tears roll down my face.
As I lay here in my cell sitting on my bed,
I shed another tear, because I feel
I’ve been forgotten
by those I love so dear to me.
As I sit, think of Carol, Zack,
my chest fills up with pain, regret, that I am not there.
I try to call to say I love them, miss them,
but no one answers the phone
cause it said “Restricted”,
so they couldn’t answer
so I started to fall apart as my heart kept breaking.
My eyes filled up with tears ~
As I hung up the telephone ~
so this is what it feels like to be truly
Forgotten and truly alone in life.
Even though I have been forgotten
I know God has put me here for a reason,
it was to discover myself, to grow closer to God.
Now I can overcome every obstacle in my life,
because through God all things are possible
as long as you believe, have faith in him.

Love,
Cynthia H.

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