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FADING TO BLACK
There were spaces in my life that moved
forward while my mind stayed still.
Where was I then during those times
that overtook my will?
It's hard to think of who they encountered
that was not really me.
Not knowing was such panic, like pulling
off a blindfold in the dark to see.
How could I tell them as they bound me
and took me helplessly away,
What I should have, but couldn't and
needed so much to say.
The blackout, it possessed me like
a cruel, uninvited embrace.
Not letting go of my thoughts
and hiding behind my face.
What did it say with my mouth
and with my body do?
It was like looking in a mirror
at someone other than I knew.
This darkness engulfed me, not knowing
how it got so far — having it's way.
Somehow let strength, hope for reality
and faith come back into play.
Slowly I have faded back now, although
feels synthetic to a certain degree.
Fear of it all sometimes still haunts me
as I yearn to say free.
Michaela Warren 2002
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