Trapped in a dark cell,
No way to escape.
He is never going to, they all said
Not after the things he has done, they said,
And threw him into a cell he could never get out of.
Forced inside, he began to think.
All he ever wanted was a place to belong to,
To do something good for the world,
Impact the world in ways no one ever could.
Where did he go wrong?
Was it when he fell to his evil thoughts and temptations?
When he failed to listen to the warnings and condolences
Of the people that cared about him?
When he realized no one was there for him in the first place?
Was it now too late to change? Probably was, after this many years.
Closing his eyes, he prepared for death,
The only thing that could now bring him solace,
Confined in this cell.
But, a light still gleamed.
As he closed his eyes, he heard voices.
Full of warmth and love, saying,
“True change begins from within.”
Faint memories rose and tears welled.
He remembered those voices,
two people who had cared for him more than anyone.
Light and hope began to clear the shell and doubt
Filling his heart.
He remembered his promise and his purpose.
He stood up, opened his cell and looked out.
In the lone path that he had seen before,
two newly forged, diverging paths stood.
Shocked, he looked at the two paths,
And remembered an old, familiar voice saying:
“No matter how old you are,
It is never too late to change”.