Change

Change

Prison can change a man,

so says the system,

but truth told,

and always known;

you change you, nothing else will.

Some things you never change;

love for family,

love for whom you vowed eternity with,

love for friends who stand beside you;

yes, some things never change.

Then there are the stay-the-same things.

That winding river in the country,

mountain peaks that seem to call out to you,

green blades of grass representing the calm;

yes, just a few of the stay-the-same things.

When held away in darkness,

deeper than despair or horror;

when held back from embracing beauty,

it’s only then, having to do without,

you change you.

When next you see the sun,

let its brightness bring a tear.

When next you see the moon,

shrouded in a glow … quarter, half, or full,

let its calmness fill you with the same.

The system so they say,

can change a man,

but they can never alter, never change,

those stay-the-same things.

You may change,

but true beauty remains forever.