Nov. 3, 2013

On the Idea of Giving Advice

by Kenneth E. Hartmann (author's profile)



When I first came to prison the years ahead of
me felt unreal, like stories in a horror novel.
All these years later, the time behind me feels more
unreal, as if the stories came true.
I wonder how much of myself is left, how much of who
I am is just a reflection of the joint.

The young guys see me as a picture of themselves inside
their own nightmares, inside their own sad tales.
"Tell me what it was like back in the day", they
ask but don't really want to know.
In the shadows of my eyes are the tracks of
a misspent youth and pain-filled regrets.

Young guards wonder at the decades piled on top of
my old number, issued before they could count.
It's an odd mix of elder respect sitting unsettled on
top of their standard contempt for all of us.
But, in some of their voices, there is a kind of
sympathy that neither of us feels comfortable feeling.

On the way to the chow hall in the morning, before
the day has fully begun, I feel the weight.
The weight of days, the press of time,
while I add up how often I've come this way.
The first time I was much younger and more sure of my step;
now the path is steeper.

My advice to those who will serve time is not complicated.
I won't try to obfuscate the truth of this life.
You will walk through hell, and you will be overwhelmed
every day until you can be overwhelmed no more.
Hide who you are somewhere the guards can't find;
and don't tell anyone where, ever.

-Kenneth E. Hartman, C-19449
P.O. Box 4430
Lancaster, CA 93539-4430


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Syntheticsunshine Posted 5 years, 10 months ago. ✓ Mailed 5 years, 10 months ago   Favorite
Wow- this is such a raw & painful reality to take in... Your last 2 sentences in the first paragraph really spoke to me. I have watched friends & family members come home & I can no longer recognize them. It also seems like they don't recognize themselves.... Like they have to find out who they are again & live each day filled with a sorrow & fear no one can describe or explain. Im sure everything is overwhelming and exciting when they finally have their freedom back but I hardly see a smile now. Hope you hold on to your true self and make sure to only let good effect you . Put a sheild on and close your eyes to anything negative that will bring u down. You can write me at Po box 351, Chico, CA 95927. Cheri & Dylan

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