Through iron bars silhouetted against a steel grey sky the wall stares back at me. Taller than an apartment building and thicker than two vault doors, I look at my hopelessness with each passing day. Walking on the recreation yard, hearing the wind howl, I see the wall in all directions that I turn. It stands there mocking me saying I can go only so far. My physical freedom is restrained by a solid barrier that I built for myself. Some will tell me that society put the wall in my way, but to admit the truth is too much to bear. I am here because of choices that I made. No one lead me on my path, I went willingly. Though I am serving time in a prison of stone and steel, the wall is also a reminder of something that I must climb. From behind the wall of my incarceration, I must learn to climb over the walls that I have built to imprison myself. The walls of pride, selfishness and prejudice. These things lead me to where I am and now I must climb over each one, before I can climb the stone wall and out the prison gates as I am both mocked and challenged by the barriers to my freedom that I help to create.