As the sun beams down on my face, I tend to think of my loved ones gone away. The ones that have been locked away, into a prison behind cold walls, and steel bars, and wonder if they are also locked away within a prison within themselves. How could one stand to be locked away? True inner strength must play a apart. I feel to be locked up in prison even though you have no choice but to do your sentence, it takes a STRONG individual to stay there, complete your time, and come out a better person, and NEVER go back. The repeat offenders are the insane ones. I know if I was locked away, I would go crazy, and be in the psych ward, because my freedom is way to important and special to me. I have to see my kids grow up, and enjoy this life I was given. No one can take my freedom from me, and that is why I must live right, so no one has that power over me. No MAN atleast. I may not always write, go visit, or put money on my loved one's books, but I still think about them every waking day, and night. I still pray for them every chance I get. No, I dont owe any of them anything, in my heart is where they will be kept safe. It bothers me when people get locked up, and think the world stops because they are gone. I still have kids to raise, bills to pay, a job to go to, a house to take care of. The world and life stops for NO ONE. When people do wrong and get in trouble, they are the ones who have to face the music, but while their loved ones suffer too. No, we may not be locked behind steel bars, but we are still left to raise kids alone, and try to answer these babies innocent questions about where is daddy. We all suffer just the same, in many different ways. I love my incarcerated family, more than they will ever know, but I tough love them, for the simple fact that if I dont make it so easy on them while they are gone, then I believe in my heart they will never go back.
