as I sit here in this cell wondering and thinking, taking a long hard look at myself, screaming at the man in the mirror, how in the hell did it end up this way? why go on any further? but I hear the familiar sound of a sweet rose as the tears run down my face. telling me everything will be okay, giving me a reason to push on. as I look up towards the voice that gives me comfort, that voice that is giving me strength and reason. that same voice that gives every man hope in a time of need, comfort in the time of pain, release in the time of stress. looking into the eyes of my creator that single name leaves my tear covered lips…….MOMMA

EVIN SHAW
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