Get the Poems from Prison book, containing this poem and many more from Toby’s prison journals.
Poetry saved my life when I was in prison. The most beautiful thing about a poem, I think, are the things not said. The spaces between the lines. Your heart can go anywhere there. One dead leaf death or rebirth? The answer will be different for everyone.
One
dead leaf
curled and brown
One single leaf
drifting down
Does it signify
death
or rebirth?
Time passes
the tree blooms green
One lost soul
brown and curled|
finds hope and
on the world
unfurls
one new soul…
