The valiant never taste of death but once."
It is one of my favourites by William Shakepeare in his tragedy Julius Caesar. I have experimented with decontextualising the illustration. Another version in another context is right below.
A soft thud
That went unheard.
A gentle pat on the shoulder
That was left ignored.
She watched the night sky
Feeling way too small,
Not realizing even once
That her name was being called.
Her mind was her world.
Her thoughts, a never ending train.
She thought people were complicated,
People thought she was insane.
Snapping out of her reverie,
She caught hold of a few words.
“Special school” was amongst them,
The rest unstrung and unheard.
She started screaming.
She was forced to stand.
She yelled, she groaned,
Someone grabbed hold of her hand.
Just for a brief moment,
She had left the boundaries of her world.
It left her confused and bewildered.
It made her head swirl.
She was led to her room.
She lay down in her bed.
She didn’t comprehend human beings,
They filled her with dread.
She closed her eyes,
Listening to the ceiling fan.
She liked it when she was left alone.
She wondered why they couldn’t understand.
Her world was that of oblivion
In which she was happy and content.
She was abnormal, but she was special,
And that made all the difference.