asylum for the sane

let me out
let me out
she cries
no one replies

burying her head
in her hands
she cries
for understanding

tears that are wept
are swept
into a drain

her pain
does not subside
shaking her head
to clear her mind

peering outside
of her empty life
focusing on
the afters
rather than the befores

gathering courage
stored somewhere on a shelf
dusting off
all the books
that told stories
of the paths others took
finding the chapter
she wrote herself

looking past
the glassed in room
she built
realizing
it was not her guilt
that placed her here

taking control
of her situation
recognizing
she is in the driver’s seat
of her life

pushing past 1st gear
then 2nd & 3rd
steering
around the road blocks
exercising her right
to turn left
and breeze past
those waiting
for the bus

the bus
of indecision
where wanderers
exchange the same opinions
their beliefs
don’t change
for being in a bunch
is security for
the insanely jealous
whose outlooks are skewed
by a pill induced state
and
whose views
are the same route
each day

she
now comprehending
those tears
were not fear driven
they were merely
a tally of life’s lessons

she
now
……………..now
not in a once upon a time
but
………… now
in
complete
control
strolling
on her path

happily
…………living in
the asylum for the sane


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