Second chance..

Currently listening to Corrinne May's Love Song for the #1, which is my favourite song in her albums. I somehow has the urge to write a poem regarding ex-convicts, well probably because my current project involves them.

Looking back at the days when I committed crimes,

I felt naive, stupid and foolish.

But now, repentance and acceptance is all I wish to find.

I walked out, after seven years in jail.

Bright sky, fresh air but no family in sight.

I asked myself ; Am I destined to fail,

when no relatives were there to invite?

I suffered and have been duly punished.

Why can't I have a second chance?

Didn't I had enough anguish,

that sticked with me for months?

I've turned over a new leaf.

But how did the society perceived me?

An ex-convict with a stigma.

Is that how I got my karma?

I wish I had a second chance...

-James