To know how to survive

Dear readers. I have got a proposal today..... guess what? Of course a proposal of writing an article to “Our Newspaper”. I was thinking about a subject, because what subject can touch in such a situation – difficult for all of us. What new might happen in a place where we stay. For me the most interesting was the way of spending time by our mates from “TENTH”. An idea of performance was perfect indeed. I really envy they have such possibilities, unfortunately it is rather impossible on inquiry ward: but maybe within our group? Anyway, I would like to see this play. Today I would like to think about all of things that I have lost by being here. I have lost My freedom, but what about satisfying almost all of my senses. That’s right, almost ..... everyone manages to get by with it in some way – there are alternative ways of doing things of course; and for some of us this prison is a real favour and allows them to survive cold winters, which they would not survive behind the wall. But for most of us prison is not a favour and we could give away anything just to feel the taste of freedom. The worst are those unsatisfied needs of my spirit. What do I like the most? Have I lost my family? No, my family keeps calling me and helping me. Have I lost my beloved? No, she keeps writing to me. Have I lost my friends? Those real ones- no, as for those fake- I didm't need them. So the prison became some sort of test for my love, friendship and attachment. I have not lost all those people I love and I care for, and my eyes are open now so, I know who I can count on. I have learned caution, which  will help me in my future life so I won’t fall once again. I have become more sensitive and I have seen what is most important in life. Not mates, not parties, not job but love and family. But let us back to satisfying our needs- those most primitive ones. Few times I saw someone who tastes some new dish from the pack of his cellmate. Sometimes they learn about things they have had no idea. What do I mean? A human being is different from other animals because he has a consciousness. Everything is in our mind and it depends on us if we survive this time here. We have an imagination which allows us to realize our dreams. We can focus our consciousness on dark depths of revenge, brutality and vulgarity or we can also play with life even here, surprising ourselves by our new abilities and talents which have been hidden in our souls. I wish you my dear reader finding yourself in this situation and focusing your thoughts in a positive way. I wish I had possibilities of having part in creating something new performance with mates from “TENTH” and finishing my article. I would like to present a poem I have just written, I thing it matches to the subject.

  Written by prisoner (s. VII)

          (Poland)

“silence”

this silence

hurts

so empty

this wall

strangles

with no taste

this time

runs away – without a name

such a crackbrain

                                                      a.w.  (Poland)

Me

The signals of time

On my face

Paths

Of strange wandering

I sometimes see them

As landscapes

Sometimes as

Million

Of unnecessary lines

                                                a.w.   (Poland)

Melancholy

Being separated from each other

You wait

For me at the end

Of my waiting for you

And there, where your waiting ends

There is me…

                                                     a.w.   (Poland)