In other news, won the Frye Festival Award in the Youth Short Story Contest for First Place, so that's pretty groovy. Enjoy this little piece, have yourself a lovely day (weekend if you're on the day of posting), and see you tomorrow at eight AM for more!
The New Forgers by Mackinley Clevinger, April 28, 2016
So little do I think of when I step out my door
Save for what matters of business I’ve to attend for the day
Walking not in fear, nor in threat, and yet
To think that besides me walks another that may
Not see the sun as it rises the next day
Nor return to their family that they have left
Not walk as I, with peace within as it came from without
Nor meet such faces as I in their levity and love
From where has it come, this difference betwixt
That one set of boots may walk freely
And that other must yet be bound by chains thought gone
For chains that once housed bodies yet lie in minds