Insight
By Sasha Carlisle
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Never thought I would be grateful for jail – but –
What can I say?
I clearly see how I’ve failed
I recognize my mistakes
My life got knocc’d [knocked] off the rails
I’ve learned to channel my rage
There’s no missteps in my rage
It’s my time to be in this place
Meditation has brought growth
I finally love myself
Nature’s displaying her motions
She labors in my cell
Silence followed the storm – like –
The tropics I’ll rebuild
So I write what I know
The vision is mine to sell
Opportunity’s what I feel
Exactly where I stand
I now find it daily
Since I’ve lost all I’ve planned
My horizon at my feet
My mirage in my hands
In deserts souls deplete
Gotta move through the sand
My oasis is my work
I’d suffer if I’d sleep
Through the streets I would lurk
I’d starve and I’d feast
At least I didn’t get merked
Although I sowed what I reaped
God revealed the jerk
I no longer will be
Once this winter is over
And I stop this hibernating
The grizzly’s gonna emerge
The world’s mine for the taking
Through faith I endure
I’ll make up these days I’ve been wasting
My eyes are filled with vigor
Patience gained from frustration
Through this all we keep advancing
We will pass Satan’s tests
Been to Hell and beyond – shout out –
The homies out west
Incidental circumstances
Prove to me that I’m blessed
Considering how it could’ve gone
My life’s been its best!
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