the year i became a number and a face everyone recognized but no one knew not even me who knew less than nothing of the woman buried inside a turning point that year that was really more than a year the year i lived on peanut butter, mail call, visiting day the year i sank into the deep muck of depression, fears and fate the year when i felt i wasn't entitled to smile or dream the year when the darkness settled and waters became clear and deep the year i learned that hope is blue like a springtime sky and prayer is purple bold and royal and everywhere the year i was just a number the year i became ME who was always hidden inside.
Wow this was a powerful message for me, I just saw my own year of prison though a bit different from your prison but know my heart skipped when I read this it’s exactly how I felt. . God bless you.
Camie, thank you so much for reaching out. I think so many women can relate to my story – it’s why I tell it.