[ WP ] Your sanity has a voice . What 's does it say as it slowly leaves you ?

Being labeled an Ugath was to be beyond reason. The tribe members discarded men and woman who had reached this point of crazy, and so often did I sit back and think that they had always been reasonable folk. Until their belongings were snatched and village rights revoked. Then I wanted nothing more than to be sane. 
 
 This particular evening God cried for us. We hid under plant stuffed bamboo shelters dodging melted ice. As each blob splashed mud it left a mark behind, a dent in the dirt that would eventually be forgotten. The elders and villagers clung to each other in the covered cold, to get wet would be madness. 
 
 `` Sister Menga gone like that,'' my brother said. 
 
 I wanted to tell him that it was a stupid mistake. The village elders picked on those who did n't do what they thought was'the way' and then kicked them out. `` Kicked out for wasting food,'' I said. 
 
 Brother hesitated and then stepped a little back. To speak out against tradition was to speak against the elders. He said no more after that. 
 
 The drops came in endless bursts. They lingered only enough to remind me of the past and then they were gone. Without people like Menga we were safe, at least that's what the village people thought as they groped hands and shivered from the cold in their bones and minds. The Elders sat on chairs on the far side of our circular shelter, their bamboo hut reinforced twice because they were worthier than the rain. 
 
 Just watching them made me grit my teeth. I wanted to go over there and kick sand in their face, dirty their beards, wake them up from this fantasy world they lived in and let them live again. 
 
 I strutted forward, to the edge of the shelter. 
 
 `` Bretha,'' my younger brother said. 
 
 Splashes of rain dotted my foot in silver droplets and gained the eyes of the crowd around me. Out a little further the rain crept up my calf muscle now. 
 
 `` They are watching,'' my brother hissed this time. 
 
 `` I guess I wo n't be invited to the tribal feast,'' I said. 
 
 The drew a hiss and a laugh from some of the crowd. Two steps in and the rain washed over my face, it speckled my chest and rinsed the hate from my heart. To stop myself from smiling would be to revoke the greatest gift of all. 
 
 Brother shouted from behind. In response, I closed my eyes. 
 
 *Freedom... * Sanity whispered as it left my conscious mind. 

