not being
bored in school.
having no interest
in what was
taught.
from kindergarten on
i wondered
why the clock moved
so slowly,
why were we dissecting
frogs
and equations,
when would someone
say something
that would enlighten me.
it was the window
that held
my thoughts.
beyond the walls,
the desks,
the chalkboard.
only books and words
kept me
from losing my mind
at five,
kept me from finding
a ledge
and jumping off.
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