Prisoner's day out
Oh how long I've waited for this day. The day I was falsely convicted for a crime I didn't commit and every day after that, are still freshly etched in my head. The way I screamed, pleading not guilty, cried for help and felt exasperated when I didn't get it. How I rebelled against how I was treated, the maniac I had turned into, attacking other inmates and myself. How that one incident robbed me of my sanity. And the feelings of hopelessness, regrets, sadness and fear that followed. They almost had me sent to an asylum. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I'm writing this. How terrible those years were. The period after
that, is what I'm grateful for. I meditated, I became mindful, I started appreciating what I got and was even called an enlightened sage! I'm happy to be out today.