It's funny to see
What people think
When thoughts are written on their faces
Like letters in the alphabet
Clearly spelling out
What they knew and thought and felt
I knew what words
Would be written there
Ere I began my tale
Murderer, psychopath, hatred, disgust
But no, a startling opposite
Love
Care
And a willingness to trust
And no infinite series
Could hold enough for me to read
On and on I would speak
And on and on their faces played
The words I didn't know I need
And for the first time
A tear fell down
Not in agony at my mistake
But in joy that I'd found
Forgiveness, mine to take
I'd done what I had to do
I knew
Surer than sure
But knowing that they believed it too
Makes life a mountain easier.
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Inside the Asylum ✓
PoetryA teenage girl murders her brother, forcing her into the local asylum. But what if she's not really crazy? One tragedy. One girl. Four white walls. Welcome to the Asylum. [a poetic short story] **Awards** 1st in Short Story - The Champ Easter Award...
