I wonder if the sand will ever be warm under my feet. Will I ever know what the weather is outside without guessing? Will I ever hold my son in my arms tell him how much I do love him?
Walk him to school with the encouragement to work harder?
God only knows how my head hurts from day to day, night to night, sitting in my cell staring at what seems to be an endless nothing. Will I ever be able to take long walks in the blossiming spring? The heated sun of summer? The forever changing fall? And the bitter cold of winter?
Each day my memories of yesterday fade more and more. Sometimes yesterdays are too painful to remember. I used to desire the material things in life. No more. Now my cries are about life and the beauty of freedom. The clouds have become my sanctum. I consider them to be my first heaven. Clouds are reflections of beauty, freedom, and anger, but there is always a peaceful calm about them.
Flowers, roses, and plants are signs of tender attachment between two people in love. My yearning for love can never be described in words. I wonder, will my life ever be the same? I pray that it will, so this pain in my heart will go away.
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