Mind Rooms

She finds herself in a room much too small for her mind. Cigarettes of hope and despair burn all night. She eats sporadically, rehearses her soul-talk regularly. Her history was once linear, a straight line now it is but a mad moment circling a non-stop mind carousel. There were men, many none now wash their face in her hands. Alone in her self-separation, she pens in a time-stained journal notes upon a former life that always threatens to divorce her from herself. She remains a sister, a mother, a friend to the always desperate, but her mind wanders carrying within it a dazed surmise together with many stone-cold for-get-me-nots.