They thought that by giving me
Time out in a naked room
I would emerge contrite
Obedient
Shamed
Under the gaze of a saint.
The quiet space
Lit with images of grace
Gave me strength
Purpose
Determination
To see the world not as instructed
But in the way I was meant to
Beautiful
Somber
Complex.
Years later,
The sacred walls crumbling,
I came to remember
And took the window with me
When I left.
Photo: Gregory McStraw Photography
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