Show your Conviction

This section provides a platform for people with convictions to get appreciation and recognition for the positive work they’ve done.

Things that we will be covering in this section includes photography, art, poetry, writing, examples of crafts. Basically, anything which showcases the abilities of people with convictions. This will hopefully help to showcase peoples talents, as well as encourage other people to show what is possible.

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A new lease of life

David Honeywell My recent book signing event at York’s Waterstones, where I was signing copies of my new autobiography, Never Ending Circles, gave me some time to reflect. Writing your life story really does bring about psychological and emotional changes inside you but little did I expect

Poem – An Ode to Old Friends

I’ve not many left, My bridges I burned; I caused too much trouble, A lesson well learned. For you who stuck by me, And I’m amazed that you did; For the heartache I caused, I hope you’ll forgive. Don’t remember the fool I once truly was, I

Sculpture – Bright Eyes

HMP & YOI Holloway Image courtesy of the Koestler Trust Taken from Issue 17

Pottery – Orange Squeezer

HMP Downview Image courtesy of Koestler Trust Taken from Issue 17

Fashion – My Journey Memory Bag

HMP & YOI Drake Hall, Mary Archer Platinum Award for Fashion Image courtesy of Koestler Trust Taken from Issue 17

Portrait – Modern Day Gio Conda

HMP Send Image courtesy of the Koestler Trust Taken from Issue 17

POEM: This is my story

Look I ain’t God so I ain’t the creator I’m thinking of a time where there were no haters Where people could walk around with no fear Where kids could see their mums with no tears This is my story so please listen carefully Let someone want

Poem: One Month In

The anger, the heartache, the pain, the despair, I look in her eyes, I see it all there The hurt I have caused, the promises broken, I see in her tears without words being spoken. The sound of her deep wracking sobs breaks my heart I know

Poem: For Luther (28th June 2012)

And I have seen such beauty That does not insist desire But stead fast moves and darts In mind and bones Growing and flexing its new born soul. For though we all March wisely towards life’s shade Our hearts retain some majesty That replays the scenes of

Poem: Stepping Stones

One step at a time alone Out of this rage into a calm Out of the dark into the light Out of this box into the air Out of my dream into your heart Out of the gate into your arms One step at a time together.

Poem: Touching Hand

When I was little a hand used to touch me And I couldn’t run I grew up afraid of the dark Scared of being alone But I was fragile and little And I couldn’t run My uncle used to visit us He hugged me and took me

Poem: Bar None

Inside Out Upside Down A Mind in torment ‘hind a frown For my neighbour Not for me I’m okay, My thoughts are free. I read, I dream, Recall the good I run through fields Hide in woods I’m lucky For I have a friend Someone to have