The alchemy

From my lips
to God’s ears,
when I put pen
to paper…
tears often stain
my face,
but I get up
resolved to convert
that which was
weaponized
to destroy
into my fuel –
making me
an alchemist
or a poet –
untethered from
the confines
of ursury
wandering the Earth
going what
I was told
to do.
Spread love
by way
of blood that
is young
with pen
in my hand.

Words that echo
in the frequencies
of brotherhood.

The alchemy that I learned while serving a life sentence in this place.

Floating in the seas of wickedness that is persistent and pernicious.

But in my role as a poet, knowing that everyone won’t understand this work.

A blessing and curse.

And thusly, these words I disperse via verses and stanzas..