Reflections (Upon Life’s Directions)

The prison cell, in fact,
turned out to be a gift,
a blessing in disguise.
Taking her out of the chaos
that her life had become.
A safety rope which pulled her free
from those last few desperate rungs
of the Downward Spiral.
Instantly snapping the neck
of negative and destructive
relationships and associations.
Now, unemotional
and wrapped in sobriety’s
cloak of clarity…
she was able, at last,
to see with almost ‘New’ eyes
the very traps which before,
she had blindly fallen into.
She stayed out of the Yard
and stuck mostly to the Library.
Taking courses in Bricklaying,
Cookery and English Literature.
She filled her time
with small but steady
and achievable goals.
She’d sidestepped her own Obituary,
and wholeheartedly grasped
the chance of change
which Fate, merciful at last,
had miraculously delivered her unto.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.