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.