Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poet I do not know?

Mess Time (Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou?)

Fragile, I cracked, collapsed
Into a screaming ocean of tears

My womb of sanity aborted, prolapsed,
I was borne through corridors marbled with fears

As broken and scattered 
As the dog-strewn eggshells 

I splintered, fell shattered
Lost in a maze of mind-hells

How long did I lie there, crumbled,
Flotsam & jetsam, pieces and bits

Awash on gray sands? Tried to rise, but I stumbled
Imploded, exploded – helpless gasps, nothing fits

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You helped clean the trash that covered the floor
But to you, your sad sister was on a far distant shore

“Wow! You’re a mess!” was the best you could offer
Even cold comfort you were unable to proffer –

You sat by, on the couch, adrift in your world
While your fellow lay sobbing, fetally curled

Helpless and hopeless, my threads all unraveled
Only three feet between us, the road left untraveled

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