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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Road Trip

March 2, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

you see me
but you don’t see me
you hear me
but you don’t hear me
you feel me
but you feel fear more
you know
but you run from what that could mean
drowned out by past experiences
packed in your trunk
traveling too far into your future
luggage, that was meant to prepare and propel
you forward
not slow you down
nor halt your progress
although you may need extra gas
for the extended stays and misdirections
but still you so much more
as you rode by
the scenery promising more perspectives
and views to behold
hmm…
what I’m saying is
you see, hear, and feel deeper than anyone I’ve known
with a familiarity specifically designed…
for me,
let me tell it
you’re already above anything I’ve encountered,
or experienced
but still,
the same result persists
you’re so different,
even that doesn’t do you justice
buy you’re still the same
and I’m still the variable left
feeling so different
because
everyone is the same
not because they aren’t unique
but
because you all choose the same road
even in your different paths
and though we all must come to a crossing
where we meet-
our paths intersecting
as we progress through life,
and then you’re gone
at least in the way I first envisioned you
but in my rearview
all I can think is
wherever you are heading
I take solace
knowing you are still moving forward
the best way you know
and all I can do,
however far,
or close
is
admire your drive
though I am the only one on ‘this’ Road
thinking to myself
“Why didn’t you just spin-off
and join everyone else?
I must be tripping…”

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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