Brainfog

My memory is muddled
Like a dirty pond
My conciseness affected
Flirting with delirium

Better living through chemistry
Is my way to clarity
It doesn’t mean party drugs
Or avoiding my reality

I fight the dissociative
Cling to sharp moments
I can’t imagine
Trying to be muted

But this isn’t my choice
My body fights pain
By removing memory
The wipe isn’t selective

One moment naiveté like a newborn
The next wise from trauma
I don’t get to know what is lost
I don’t get to decide what is kept

Losing words and thoughts
Not remember the details
Sure makes harsh reality
look better than lost reality.

Published by

S Elizebeth Turnquist