Midway Through the Journey: Hope Behind Bars
Behind cold bars, where freedom's out of sight,
Two souls converged in concrete's frigid night.
"Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita,"
One whispered, feeling life's internal fight.
They shared old tales, as only real friends can.
In hallowed halls where sinners often roam,
They found, of all places, a sort of home.
"Remember when we dreamed beyond these walls?"
The first one mused, "Where life was not so small."
The second smiled, "Those dreams are not yet dead,
For even here, new paths can still be tread."
Though prison's grip may bind them to a fate,
Inside their minds, no walls could segregate.
So let Dante's words ring true and loud,
Midway or not, life's book is still unbound.