Poetry, Writings

Where The Tall Grass Grows

Nobody goes where the tall grass grows.
Nobody knows what the tall grass knows.
Somewhere underneath it all, somewhere hidden from you,
Within the tall grass lay a life that has been long forgotten.

A small round stone, marked with a number...
A small round stone, dripping with stigma...
A small round stone…
 
Give me back my dignity!
My whole life robbed and taken from me...
Give me back my innocence!
My mind destroyed and studied by you…
Give me back my humanity!
My sanity you stole…

A field of small round stones, each marked with a number...
A field of small round stones, dripping with stigma...
A field of small round stones…

Nobody goes where the tall grass grows.
Nobody knows what the tall grass knows.
Somewhere underneath it all, somewhere hiding from you,
Within the tall grass lay a field of small round stones...

A cemetery of lives forgotten.

 - Tara Marie McNeely (© 2004)

Originally written in honor of the cemeteries at Danvers State Hospital