Change of Space
Getting Ready to Move and Changing the Mantra
She was rebuilding her life
Getting ready to move on
Piece by piece
She sorted through trash she’d been carrying for decades
Souvenirs from the battlefield
“Now, who needs shrapnel to remember old wounds?”
She wasn’t ready for this task.
She sat down first to write.
From the beginning…
Each test, each love, each disappointment, each loss
There had to be a pattern here
A life unexamined becomes a cycle
Same scenario, same outcome, different characters
Set your watch by the turn of events
One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three Mississipp
Bird’s eye view is so much clearer
Study without emotion
Connect the dots, not the tears
Do the math, not the reason behind the numbers
For once - take notes, don’t write the story.
“My dear Watson, I think we have discovered a clue!”
“But keep going dear man, I’ve a feeling we aren’t through
The crime scene tape is still firmly attached
Run those blood samples to find the perfect match
No one believes in a victimless crime
Keep searching and prying, you’ll find more with time
A shattered memory is never without reason
The trauma of drama takes its toll, whatever the season
Ha! Ah yes! She’s come around with this writing
With a conclusion her mind doesn’t want to invite in.”
She sighed loudly looking down at the paper
“I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Then she set the threshold a little lower
Clearing away more of the clutter,
Throwing away more trash,
Casting aside more trinkets,
Deciding she didn’t need souvenirs.
She had her journals.
Her new house wasn’t going to be filled with old energy
She was starting brand new
Fresh paint on the walls
New things she would acquire along the way - for herself
With new memories
Now that she was facing forward
And would live with her new mantra
“I am not the doctor.”
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