She got up that morning
Before her eyes had finished drying.
The world stood still and silent
Hidden behind a mask of mist.
She tried to move her body
But found her head was too crowded
So she left her brain asleep on her pillow
And walked away in her empty skin.
She performed her daily routine
With ease. She made eye contact and smiled
Upholding complete normality
As long as she held her breath.
She did not crumble or break
The way they thought she might,
But instead was slowly eroded
By waves of unwanted remembering.
She filled her cup with precision
So she could slip into a deep, idle tranquility
And wake up a little less empty.
Or maybe not at all.
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Author:
Johanna Rayne (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2016 00:47
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you!
Welcome
WELCOME JOANNA ~ Always nice to welcome a new Member from Boston. For those of us in "The World of Work" i guess COPING is a great adverb to describe how we get through the day ! I do "Perform my daily routine" but because I teach Applied Science I do need to engage my brain ~ when I wake up ! Thanks for sharing a poem which made me think ! Yours BRIAN (UK)
I'm glad you found so much in this. Thank you!
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