Prison is a place that creates a mental curse.
Prison is a place where true friendship is shallow, but it makes no difference.
Prison is a place where you carry your own burden of sorrow. Prison is nothing but give, no take.
Prison is a place where you remember the happiness of freedom.
Prison is a place where a letter from home reads like a cable from the War Department. Before you open it, you wonder if someone is sick or dead.
Prison is a place where you live with men you don’t really like or admire, where you strive to stay civilized as you languish. In reality, you’re losing air like a sinking ship. So you try to kill time reading, playing cards, going stone mad.
Prison is a place where you learn to cherish your own company.
Prison is a place where, if you’re married, chances are you will watch your marriage struggle to survive, then, like a candle, melt away and die.
Prison is a place where few people need or remember you, and the outside world goes on without you. It is a place where you conjure up visions of the past to dilute the misery of today.
Prison is a place where the cruel hand of time will break your heart like a window pane, shattering your entire life. Sleepless nights will stare at you in the face. They will laugh at your careless blunders, the mistakes that trapped you in a cramped cell with a cellmate that is possessed.
Prison is a place where distance and absence do not make the heart grow fonder.
Prison is a place where you come to know yourself.
For with knowing comes self-respect and self-determination, and that makes you take on the virtue of learning more.
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.