THOUGH THE TIDE MAY SWELL ABOVE MY HEAD,
THE EARTH MAY CRUMBLE BENEATH MY FEET,
THE WINDS ASSAULT ME FROM EVERY ANGLE,
AND THE SUN EXTINGUISHETH ITS INFINITE FLAME.
THOUGH THE PEOPLE MAY CAST ME FEROCIOUSLY ASIDE,
THE RECORDERS OF HISTORY MAY JEER AND SNIDE,
MY FAULTS AND FAILINGS MAY SHATTER MY PRIDE,
‘TIL THE TERRORS OF MISERY WITHIN MY SOUL RESIDE.
I MAY STUMBLE AND WEEP, FALL AND SLEEP, LOSE SIGHT AND SPEECH,
‘TIL I’M WEARY AND BLEAK.
BUT NO MATTER THE FIGHT,
WHETHER DAY OR NIGHT,
WRONG OR RIGHT;
SO LONG AS YOU’RE IN MY SIGHT,
YOU CAN TRUST AND BELIEVE THAT,
I’M ALRIGHT.

By Tereek Lindsey
Incarcerated at Anson Correctional Institution in Polkton, North Carolina