Being locked up,
is the only thing that I have in my hands …
and have abundantly.
stands between me and my loved ones,
between me and my future …
also gives me the
to alter and mold
into someone that I want to be.
is fleeting …
It can’t be saved or put aside.
So I must use it
while I have it,
and I do have it …
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.