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| "The Wrong Place"
I walked into a place Where I shouldn’t have been. One I trusted lied to my face. This place was in evil sin. I struggled to fit in there, But I lost myself instead. I finally got out but the fear Of being myself is not dead. I gave my trust freely, But more than one of the gang Behaved in a manner Unseelie. I’m off like a wild mustang. My curiosity got the best of me Once I had left that place. That I am afraid was the key To keeping me as one case. I’ve left that behind, Both the place and where Curiosity did me lead. I am still out of there. Those remaining there, though, May try to get me to return Or run like a scared doe. Aren’t I glad that it’s my turn. I know what that place is And plan to forget it exists. If I am not allowed to, I plan to make it be so. If I have to abandon those That remain in that place, There is no doubt that I’ll do so. I’ll start all over somewhere new. Megan Delia Ratcliff 13 April 1999 |