Character

The fountain is large with sprays of water like a sprinkler

in a 6 year old’s lawn.

 

The hard brick around the fountain reminds me

of the bed I slept on in jail.

 

Cracks in the fountain like a high school girl’s heart after a break up.

 

Every time I look at the water I see myself

a reflection of what I am now,

knowing what I was before.

 

Always bettering myself from what I was yesterday.

 

Broken down, beaten up, pushed over,

but still, I wouldn’t take nothing back

 

It’s made me the man I am now.

 

-C.S.