unaccounted for
my brain broke today
halfway
between therapeutic
yoga and survivor
fit club
lost
terrifying thirty minutes
unaccounted for
found
bewildering brightness
on a street unknown to me
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Wow, Pam. This is powerful. I hope the unknown street led you somewhere good.
Unknown street ran me right into my red-headed angel– my primary physician, a friend, and quarterback of my team. He saw me, pulled me aside and asked what was wrong. I simply answered: my brain is broken. And I don’t want to die. Hmmm…will revise him in or maybe get another poem a perking that is his alone!
Extremely powerful in it’s spare form.
Thank you– worked to find the right words to show the unaccounted for experience and decide spare was best.
good description of when senior moments become terrifying
I thought of that too…when my older relatives stay too long in that forgetful place and wondered if this might be similar to how they feel.
Lost moments – I get it. The scarcity of words works here.
Thank you, Alyse!
like bewildering brightness
where do we go when we disappear?
where do we go when we disappear?– Now there’s a poem, Pat!