Without escape, the man at the front of class talked and dove deeper, as the lights dimmed.
A psychologist, who could find no other place to practice was here,
In a room full of prisoners, unwilling to face their demons.
He continued …
“You may think you won’t have to face your demons”,
“But you will” … “I will keep asking until you tell me”
“The childhood secret, what went wrong, the inflection point”
And then, silently the anger rose in all, like a chorus, until we started to leave.
I tasted real danger, terror, for a first and eternal time.