Note: This is a group poem in which each of the boys in the writing group contributed at least one 3 line stanza on their chosen theme of being Here.

 

 

Here

Like the first time I saw this place

When I got locked up there was fear

But that's now gone to a different me

Jumping hurdles day by day

Mending the broken relationships

Not just to better ourselves

Like when I first came down for treatment

Like when I throw my hissy fits

Like when I finally give in

It is the test of all tests

We have to be our best

On a very long quest

The staff makes you tired

It's like the running of the bulls

And I have been on my last strand

Like the staff trying to help out

When the white walls are closing inward

It all stops when I finally give in

I feel like a puppet

Will I be released?

Will I ever hear the trumpet?

Nowhere to run

Only in my mind

Just darkness, I can't see the sun

Doing the same things, just a different day

I'm always wondering when it will finally end

But in the end I know I will be better

These walls be talking to me

They be bumpin' like some speakers

Letting me know I have a family waiting

And I'm sittin' in this room

with nothing new

because it's the same thing just a different day

And there's nothing I can do

But do what I have to do

because I know I have a family waiting

But I be gettin' in my head

Feeling empty like I'm dead

While sitting here always debating

Because it gets old, it gets old

Growing gray hairs

Like it was some wisdom to be told

And you have two ears and one mouth

So you can listen more than you talk

Because well done is better than well said.