The North Wing

21 Sep 2018

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She sat, unmoving, in the common room,
A blank stare on her face; whether in stupor
From the meds, or in contemplation, lost
In thought, it was hard to tell, even to her.
She didn't like the place. And neither did
She like being confined within its walls.
There was little to do, at least in terms
Of things she was accustomed to. They'd told
Her that the lack thereof, was for her own good,
That it was best for her to focus on
Recovery, with minimal distractions.
To her, it meant sitting in silence with
Her knees tucked to her chest, trying to ignore
The fact that she was being held against
Her will, little less than a criminal.
Earlier in the week she'd been brought in,
Or dragged in, more like it, kicking and screaming,
At the request of her family and friends,
And was admitted into the psych ward
For observation. She was mad at them
At first, for turning on her, but those thoughts
Were now replaced by her contempt for the system
That kept her there; the doctors, and the staff,
Even the law, and all the stupid hoops
She had to jump through just to get out of there.
She may have been uncomfortable, and
A bit angry, but, and she swore, once she
Got out, she was going to make a change,
And never end up in that place again.
And this was a jump-start in cleaning up.

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