I just wanted to give a big shout out to the amazing people at the Salvation Army for everything that they do for us in prison and outside in the community over the Christmas period.

It’s a positive and strange feeling hearing your own story through the words of another and here was me thinking I was alone in my travels as many of us do.

One of the hardest lessons, from being part of the drug scene then going to prison, is the feeling of loneliness, withdrawing and coming down, you miss your mates.

I don’t know your name, your story, or the road that brought you here but I do know this: you matter. Right now. Exactly as you are.

For me, a small amount of people and being in my cell overnight by myself is joyful to me.

I don’t know when or if this will be published but since my last published letter ‘Unjust Justice’, a lot has happened. It seems we have gone through so much and at the same time we still haven’t changed a bit.

Another thing to know about prison is that some beds are so short in jail that tall people have to sleep in the foetal position or bump their heads two feet at night.

On 1 November 2025, QCS introduced a new pricing model: 20 cents per minute for all calls, mobile or local. A call that once cost 30 cents for 15 minutes now costs $3 – a ten-times increase.

I have been incarcerated for 22 months of a four-year sentence in Queensland jails. This poem is about my own situation.

Reading other prisoner’s stories inspired me to keep my head up and keep going now four months in, thank you all who share your stories and words of wisdom.