Inmate Creations
A Letter
You truly will never know what a letter can mean
Until you’ve been where I am or seen what I’ve seen.
I’m confined to a world behind four walls,
Where no one can see me, and I receive no calls.
Often I sleep; awakened - alarmed!
Thinking my family, loved ones of friends may be harmed.
I quickly thank my God for giving me love and a sense of peace –
Thank God again! – It’s just a dream – as I come to my senses
I look out m “window” and still see the fences!
I make it, somehow, throughout the day;
Quiet prayer to be heard – awaiting mail call;
But “none for me,” they say.
When nobody writes, times seem really hard;
Not a letter, a note, or even a card.
Looking for a little word or two to say,
“Everything’s okay.”
A few small words to ease my mind,
King words, well wishes – just knowing you’re there –
Anything to show that you care!
Yet still I fall to my knees night and day,
Praying to my God that you will remember me one day.
You will never know what a letter can mean
Until you’ve been where I’ve been;
Or seen what I’ve seen.
Kenneth Louis Wells, Jr.
November 12, 2012
