Pushing open the wrought-iron gate
I’d had enough of just looking in –
Needing to be there on the other
Side. I let it slam behind me.
The clang introduced an
Element of doubt. I had skills
My history proved them,
But no evidence of this,
Clicking through to a place
I’d neither studied for
Nor imagined. Looking
About I saw they neither
Dressed nor looked like me
Their hair hung in tatters.
Their homework was rolled up
Under their arms. Up on the
Walls, well armed guards
Walked to and fro; yet
No one challenged me for
Being there. It wasn’t long
Before I learned my place.
Life moved swiftly then.
My dreams of Susan
Faded. My doubts
About being there when
She was not diminished.
The cripple-ness in my knee
Began to spread.
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