The cell was sparse Florescent lights Sleeping platform Stainless steel toilet and sink But the walls They were covered in other people's stories The wall above the cot had been decorated in crayon A large, pink pointe shoe Someone's broken dream on display Doodles and hash marks A newspaper clipping of a local sports team's championship win So many names so the walls would recall their existence So the next inmates had connection to the ones who came before I sat alone with their ghosts Waiting for my turn to leave part of myself behind
There was a girl who was friends with God The girl was told God was a man in white robes But her God was a woman in a soft blue dress Who let the girl sleep protected in her arms Just the same as she held her own son
Dear sister I see you How your heart is bleeding How your soul is aching You are transforming Becoming so much more Than you imagined you were or could be You are becoming a diamond Under all of the pressure One worthy to be the center piece Of your own glorious crown I can't wait to see how you shine
Holding hands in matching rockers Laughing about when we were young You reminiscing about record stores and ska shows As I tell our grandchildren tales of magic Spending our sunset days in loving conversations Each other's best bestie Strolling into the ever after that follows the happily