Health in the Head
That woman sobbed in the library's IT room.
It was the tenth of October,
though that seemed so irrelevant.
Why did this woman upset me?
She was uncanny, eldritch,
and the whole thing was sad.
I almost had tears in my eyes.
Thin and middle-aged, maybe she was old.
She was grey and wore a grey overcoat.
Yes, I did almost cry at that sight.
Something not working on that machine?
That computer seemed to refuse
to do what she demanded.
A librarian spoke gently to her, tried to help.
Did the tenth of October have a reckoning on her?
She was to my right,
a small distance away, her back to me.
I could not see her face.
I think the woman settled
and I do rather hope she's OK,
though I'd never met her, may never see her again.
I upped and left the room for home.
It was the tenth of October.
It was World Mental Health Day.
(10 Oct 2023)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2023
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