Letters from Our Readers

To Whom I am Concerned

You never know what a letter can do or mean until you have been where I’ve been and seen what I have seen.

As I am confined in a world which lives behind these walls, in which no one can see except for the guards. Often when I sleep, I am awakened, alarmed with fear that those I love have come to harm.

“Just Dreams,” I have to admit to myself as I come back to my senses and look out the barred window of my cell; at the chain-link fences. I must awaken and go on with my day in this world, unknown to those outside of here.

Then when evening comes, I wait expectantly for the mail. “None for you”...