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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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