Yard Report. 8-14-20
We have all been tested now by nasal swab and each yard is on quarantine for the next 10 to 14 days, until test results return, then that should be interesting and horrific, due to not knowing what DOCRR will plan for us, but it will not be good, nothing good happens here.
at every point there is time, and nothing else but brutal time. This becomes your normal day. You don't know who is going to open your door and everything feels like a attack against you, not knowing when, just that it will happen and that tomorrow might be worse. You stop thinking about release or seeing your family again. Your past life becomes a distant memory, like a dream. Your body doesn't belong to you, and there's no energy to talk or fight or to think about the world outside. There is only time and the numbness that comes with accepting that this is now your life.
A thing that makes you ache even deeper then your bones, add 115° and very little air circulation is just another layer of neglect. which in some ways is minimal to what so many in the world are experiencing.
I comprehend on a deep level the fear many are facing, with fear there is a assumption that what is happening isn't normal, and you cling desperately to the future where it will all be OK again, hopelessness is close to death for many, we all in here worry about you out there, and I pray that each of you find strength and patience with yourselves, and those of you who feel alone and isolated know that I'm here with you in isolation, in spirit, with love and beauty all around us in the smallest of things, all we have to do is look outside ourselves to see it, that can feel like a immense challenge, that I even have to be reminded of myself.
"Hope". is the thing with feathers---
That perches in the soul---
And sings the tune without the words---
And never stops---at all---
And sweetest---in the Gale---is heard---
And sore must be the storm---
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm---
I've heard it in the chillest land---
And on the strangest Sea---
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb---of me.
Death Row
Shawna Forde |
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