when you begin to cry,(take a second to try)....

sitting here this morning thinking back
to the time this all began,
alot of days have come and gone
since i wrote my first poem,

sitting inside a prison cell
in the segregation unit,(wabash valley correctional facility, indiana)
i began a journal of my days inside
about the loneliness that made me cry,

so many nights i remember i laid there
on the cold plastic mat and concrete slab,
dreaming of being free again to live
like i once done as a kid,

ten years i have given
shared most of it with millions,
written down on paper by my hand
i tried to help others understand,

to pick your path in this life carefully
as it can be the end of all your dreams,
walk lightly with every...