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Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Out Here
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
How could a prisoner who suddenly achieved the freedom he long desired become so disconsolate that he committed suicide? Robin Merrill, of Madison, explores this question, making us think again about the meanings of freedom and confinement.
Out Here by Robin Merrill
I know why he killed himself. You know, the old man who spent thirty years trying to break out of prison and his last two aching to get back in. I know him, how he missed that cold comfort of gray. I too, have seen colors to be scary. I know why he carved his name in the headboard at the boarding house before he swallowed the stolen pills. For thirty years they barked his name. He hasn’t heard it since. After living the same day over and over, regimen and routine, now he wakes without schedule. There are no friends here. There is no family. He left all of that behind. Though he didn’t know it then, prison gave him purpose. It’s lonely out here.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2003 by Robin Merrill. Reprinted from The Cafe Review, 2003, by permission of Robin Merrill. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at email@example.com or 207-228-8263.