My memories are clear but disjointed, non-linear . . . time a blur.
Is that how my mind dealt with things?
To keep them in tidy little packages; each memory separate, an isolated event …
So they didn’t all run together and prove overwhelming?
Is that how I remained sane?
That is . . .
IF I am.
~Melanie Thomason
04/02/2020
I join you in not knowing if I am sane! I like this poem
LOL thanks! I think only truly CRAZY people don’t question it!
Melanie, you are on fire. Another wonderful and thought-provoking poem.
Thank you!