Poor to the Wealthy
by Candie Calix
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2023
(Typed version appears below the photo)
How Do You Let Go Of The Pain
The Scars Are Way Too Deep
Your Heart has a permanent Stain
And There Are Secrets You Still Keep . . .
Then you get locked up & put out of sight
You try to turn off right away
But your soul is starting an inner fight
You have a purpose they say . . .
Looking around are you talking to me?
No way not with all my sin
You got it wrong it can’t be
I always lose never win . . .
How could God want me
Better yet My Child how could I not
I felt that inner voice plea
Thats why I had you get caught . . .
For when the test is over it will make your testimony
Oh OK yeah right
To me that couldn’t have sounded more phony
Poor to the Wealthy
And I launched into fight or flight . . .
The Conviction in my heart grew
A mustard seed of faith they say
And I just knew
I needed to try his way . . .
There is no pain from you he can’t take
He is called the Chain Breaker for a reason
That’s why he died on the stake
He carries us through the Bad Seasons . . .
Baby Steps is a start
Remember the sick need the Dr. not the healthy
And From your side he will never part
Because his love is free from the . . .
Poor to the Wealthy
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