I woke up in a stranger’s home,
My body decorated,
In a stranger’s clothes.
My favorite emerald blanket
Embraced a stranger’s bed.
I was trapped in the walls,
Of a stranger’s design.
The home was mine.
My clothes littered the floor,
My paintings infested the walls.
The body was mine.
A flesh made vessel,
With small hands and floppy breasts.
But the mind was not.
My mind was not ready to share
a home or a head.
My mind was not strong enough.
I felt my heart thunder,
Instinct told me to leave.
The perversion of my home
Overwhelmed rational thought.
I darted towards the door
As my feet passed the barrier,
Hope turned to horror.
There was no ground to walk on,
To reach sanity I had to swim.
I paddled forward, fearful.
Ahead a murky mirage.
Two figures waved me further,
My lover, holding the hand of a child.
Desperately I lurched forward,
And clung to them both.
Together we might be okay.
Together we could find a way
To deal with the horror.
Together we could be,
The three musketeers.
We ventured slowly farther,
But the water got deeper.
A mind flooding with memories.
The waves climbed higher
The water restless and angry.
My lover and I struggled to breath
We fought to stay afloat.
How could we bring a child here?
I gripped my daughter’s hand tightly,
But her fingers slipped through mine.
Hues of blue swallowed her.
I tried to bring her back up
But it was too late.
Together we would not be.
I was left alone with my lover,
Escaping an unfamiliar mind.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Comments (1)
So powerful 🖤