A Place Of Passing Poem by Esther McCallister

I went to Church today
Inside this hell I remained
Inside this prison so constrained
Inside these walls, even here, I don't belong
Break the chains and from these walls I'd remove and soar along
The looks they are so strange
You're not to play only to bemuse
Play with us you can't- designed only to confuse
With our things you cannot play
Hear us not, you dare not stay
Move here move there
I start to move. "Don't you dare".
Who hath told you you can care.
As I start, I am told you have no part
Time continues on as before
I live within these walls and view the world from afar
I don't belong; I have no place that's called my own
No one to call me theirs
This place is not my own
I went for coffee or was it tea
An old man touched my cheek
I thought I felt a stir within, but it was fear of being seen
I felt the fear of being known; the fear of having someone care for me
I went to Church today, but inside this hell I remained