It is the breaking of a very hot summer morning. The hot air seeks one out, even through concrete walls. It’s father’s day today. Not wishing to be within this 100 degree cell. Not wishing to feel the pain within this stone grave.
Yes, I too remember things that hurt. You would think after 26 years of fathers days in here, I would know how not to feel the hurt. I don’t…
The life of a father has no business traveling nowhere forever-down prison halls. I have. Although I feel I have done as best as possible for my children while sealed within, decade after decade… I am still wrong. This morning I feel I have left pieces of my soul in other prisons where I have spent other fathers days. Such are the stays from prison to prison-such are the thoughts from cell to cell.
My heart is beating faster, I grind my teeth-damn-I wish I could make anew on all that I have blackened.
As I sit and write this today, I pray… I pray that other imprisoned fathers feel some of the losses and pain I feel. Maybe, they too, can change.
I pen this with great sadness as I see all my tomorrows still here-waiting for the next Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day

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