Interesting, isn’t it, how we grow accustomed to something over time, even if it isn’t what we want or need?
I’m confused by borstal, though. . . I had to look it up, and my dictionary says its “a school for delinquent boys that provides therapy and vocational training”. Maybe I am being too literal (I usually am 😉 ), but it makes me wonder if she could/should be male?
Still, a nice thought provoking poem, Amy. I like it. Thanks!