Noticed by me

I'm sitting at work, people come and they go
to see the loved ones this place holds
big smiling faces, nervousness you see in their eyes
leaving some walk out angry a lot cry
what they've gone through these guys surely do not
know. Hundreds of miles they have drove
The long waiting line, frisked and patted like
criminals.
The joy they get when they pick and choose the
treats to offer.
The little kiss and hug is all they get to hold
onto. The contact they've longed to receive
Some get turned away angry for something their
loved ones one has done crushed and in tears asking
why?
If only these guys knew the depth of their love
It goes unnoticed but not by me. Its these little
things unseen. If only it could be; we'd see a
difference.

Powerless to my situation

I work as a trustee being able to walk outside these
gates on my own accord to work as long as I don't
cross certain perimeters. Its the weekend and as visitors
leave we take out the trash and I look over and see a
young women w/child in distress car broken down, several
officers ready to assist and as I look away I see another
car with both its doors open and the passenger running around
as I look closer I see a pair of legs on the ground struggling
I didn't know exactly what was wrong but I knew they needed
help and for the life of me "I could do nothing" but watch
helpless and powerless to my situation.
All I could do was yell out to be heard wind erasing
my voice Yes I'm being watched but my yells unheard
I could do nothing as a prisoner I can't have contact or
cross this perimeter. Fortunately it was an elderly woman who'd
fallen and needed help getting up. I peace together my powerlessness
with each event of my incarceration not being able to do
my natural God given decision. "I couldn't help!" and it tears
me up inside knowing I could do nothing. I look
for the day when I don't have to sit by idle
powerless to my situation.