Locked Inside Her Own Mind

LOST

My first assault -
was the cold steel door
that opened only in;

Antiseptic odors,
soaked septic walls
masking decades of sins.

My second assault -
the loud shrieking wails
from where, I couldn't tell,

I prayed for dispensation,
a pact with God
to spare me from this hell.

My third assault - harmless,
at least at first glance; I heard him say,
"Hey good lookin', how 'bout a dance?"

As his gurney wheeled by
he could lift only his head,
even still he took a chance.

My last assault -
fear, anger, denial:
the harshest reality of all.

It made me feel so small inside
knowing that no one makes it out alive
from these cold, unforgivng walls.


FOUND

Finally the door I was searching for
left me safe enough to cry;
I hugged her frail, gaunt frame.

Warmly, she took my hand,
her spirit so much bigger than mine;
she could always love me sane:

Reaching out to wipe the tears
from my drowning, tragic cheeks
her illness always caused me such pain.

An innocent, ever the sweet soul
who could look without flinching
directly at the light.

"Baby," she soothed, "don't cry anymore,
everything is gonna be fine."
It's all gonna be alright!"



*****For Vera my eternal flame!******