Being incarcerated means endless waiting…for chow, for meds, for decisions from the courts about your status. ..a deserved waiting, some would say. But, imagine the experience of losing control over absolutely EVERYTHING in your life, including when you shower, eat, hug your children, and on and on. Imprisonment is the ultimate experience of powerlessness.
Responding to a line from Kay Ryan’s poem Patience, ‘inside’-writer BE shares her insights:
“Patience is wider than one once envisioned…”
If you listen to the ringing in your ears, your heart racing as your mind says quicker, quicker, quicker…go, go, go, yet your body yearns for solitude, and “patience” seems like a foreign word.
..waiting at the end of the line having to sit and think about the life you left behind…not knowing when or if you’ll get back in time.
..listening to the radio, waiting for your favorite song to play. Day turns to night, and it never played. ..not having the choice to change the disc or skip the CD.
..waiting for the great day to come when you will hear good news. Maybe you can get back to your life and your own choices.
Now you’ve waited and waited long enough and what they call “patience” is all you have left inside your hurting soul.
..having no choice but to endure this complicated situation you’ve put yourself in. ..being left with no choice but to be patient. God knows that once you lose it (patience), the consequences will only hurt worse and steal more light from your already aching soul.
Some say “patience is a virtue.” Yet, I must ask, is it a virtue or a necessary tool for this place we call “life?”