The Need To Write
This blog is my voice. My voice is my pen. I have a need to have my voice heard, so, I write…
Prisons are just buildings, walls and fences, laid upon the ground. A ground where humans are piled into. So, there are many stories to be told, yet so few that will tell them. While America has the most caged, it has the fewest of those that pen of the cage. Why is this?? I do not know. I teach many how to write the thoughts. Few do. They come to my classes, all with the same look. Yes, that look; a look of hopelessness. I wish I could teach more, more to give hope. I was given more hope recently with a visit, a visit I want to share with you…
My niece Blakey and my lovely nephew Paxton came to visit recently. Paxton, a lovely blue eye’d boy of 10 weeks. As I held him I thought of how he was born in Peru, just days after a serious earthquake. As I sat holding him the feelings were many. I, a man who has been caged for 25 years holding a newborn. I am blessed. I felt from God, as I shall one day return to him.
I wonder what life will have in store for Paxton. I pray to be free soon, so that I may be a part of his life. I would never let any troubles befall him, this I swear.
As I sat with my great nephew a bit, he decided to bellow a loud tune. He got the attention of many visitors with his tune, making some nervous.
My good friend Gloria was there also. She has been visiting me for years. To me, she too is life, just as Paxton.
Yes, many looked over to us as my “Little Peruvian Boy” Paxton sang out loud. As I looked and listened it made me feel human, not caged. What a great feeling.
As I have been writing this, 3, yes three helicopters have taken off with victims of violence; all fighting to hold onto life. I pray for them. I have been writing this from by cell, pausing only for that “sound”.
I would much rather just hear Paxton, his sounds puts a smile on my face.
Thanks Paxton, I can hear you. I’m smiling