Scholastics

What filled her days with terror, fills with space
Her cushioned footsteps echo down the halls
That long-remembered fall from childhood grace
Now lives beneath these lights and in these walls

She found herself contested on all sides
By images of what she was to be;
The human packs: the flock, the herd, the pride
Their self-enforcing mediocrity

This empty school, her province, her domain
She freely walks where once was sufferance
And enters classrooms lightly, without pain
Although pain still indwells past utterance

She lets go of what seemed unfair, or cruel:
And stands there, empty
In the night
A school

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