A woman in the corner,
Sat motionless on the floor.
They called her my mother,
But I'd never seen her before.
I was taken to my home,
By other unknown faces.
But the rooms full of memories,
Were to me just empty spaces.
I woke up one morning,
To a stranger not too strange.
His eyes teemed with pain,
But his expression didn't change.
Long after he was gone,
I sat staring at the ceiling,
Trying to make sense of
The turmoil I'd been feeling.
And when I closed my eyes,
I could almost recall,
The stories they kept telling me;
I almost got past the wall.
Yet the sky was too cloudy,
And the fog too thick.
The streets were too crowded,
Enough to make me sick.
As months passed by,
I lived on aimlessly.
A mere forgotten shadow,
Of the girl I used to be.
And there were times when I
Almost unlocked the cuff.
The key came close to the lock,
But it was never close enough.
