I am at an all-time low.
Total discourse is wearing me down.
My eyes burn from tears,
my body hurts all over,
especially my chest, my arms, my back.
I actually thought,
Is this how a heart attack
I also thought, Oh good,
I can’t take this abuse anymore.
People agitate and provoke you
not only inmates but correctional officers.
I have begun to advocate
for all the unfair cruelty we are
I have written to everyone from
the superintendent, to the central
office, even the risk reduction teacher.
I have involved all that I trust
because something has to change.
A mentor would be nice.
Someone, anyone, a soul friend.
I keep telling myself to persevere,
follow the passion you feel.
Anything is possible.
Living here, a total life change
How will I continue?
I don’t even feel like a person.
The thought of my son and my grandchildren
keep me going. I am lost.
God is what is keeping me alive.
I don’t even think that is what I want.
Art: Searching for Happiness in These Crooked Walls, DH