Woke up at 4:18am. Lay in bed thinking. At 6:00am I opened and read all of my Christmas cards. At 9:00am I called home and talked with family for the allotted fifteen minutes, then walked to the chapel. It was beautifully decorated: poinsettias, wreaths, an eight-foot-tall Christmas tree...
AuthorPaul Pommells has been an inmate of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation for more than twenty years, and has learned much about himself, his fellow inmates, and where one can find the hope and power to change. Poetry Corner
Paul and other inmates & friends bare their souls in words here.
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