High
School is a prison, the only difference is you have weekends and
evenings off. No matter how bad things are, even if the bleakness is
bone crushing and out of your control, know this. High school does come to an end. When it does, things change for all of us overnight. That is when lives are truly lived, and more on our own terms. The
rich possibilities of life are endless, you just have to stay on that
train.
Made
up of brick and glass with separate cells, each with over a dozen
cell mates. Routine sets in. You may become institutionalized to
accept the bad, to let it get worse, it’s hard not to. We inmates
all deal with it in our own way. But you must never resort to
excessive violence, the kind that anyone may not return from. Life
is far too important to ever feel you can hold it in your hands, even
if that life is your own.
Me,
I’ve been to prison and I came out the other side. I know how it
feels to fight, to cry, to feel love unanswered, to be used,
discarded or ignored. To feel pain everlasting, to believe you
cannot trust those close to you, to not want to let anyone in. To
lose control in the face of anger, to become lost in the void. To be
heavy with guilt, or sorrow, and to take it, to feel weightless, if
only for one night. To feel shapeless among the contrived geometry
of the world. To socialize through media or fall victim to media
that is far from social. But you can’t let it, them or those ruin
you...... because.......
Perspective
changes with each passing year, setting sun or rising action. I am
now a 38 year old man. Never better. Never healthier. Emboldened
and fully alive. The offenders, the allies, the worst of best
friends, what those of my past will never know, because they are
excised from my life, is that I’m just fine and thank you very
much. Because what I believed then and know to be true now, High
School is a prison. Just wait until you get released.
