F. Jason Whitaker Writer

When I was young I found myself In a place made of wood With an older boy Who awakened in me Something it took years To understand. I found myself those days, Across the street from my home And I found myself On a path that began those days That lead me to discover These years later Everything about who I am...

Lost in thought I follow trails Of memory Leasing me Back and forth Through time And space Looking for anything That calms me In these moments Of uncertainty.

 Saturday, November 01, 2025 https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/3FDX1HK3WKYRW?ref_=wl_share This blog is continued on my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171 Please visit and share my Gofundme. https://gofund.me/d8706bba Please purchase and read my books of poetry: https://amzn.to/3SBfKtX https://amzn.to/3YNGb3k Saturday, November 01, 2025 Today was great overall. My friend Julie took me to cracker barrel and Walmart. It was great seeing her. When she brought me back to the facility I'm being held by DSS I was told by the staff here that DSS told them that I have to tell the staff here, in advance, whenever I go somewhere so they can tell DSS. I'm tired of being a prisoner here.