I’m Lost

It’s morning and you wake up in bed. The bed is not familiar nor is the room that you’ve woken in. Your clothing isn’t familiar either and though they are cozy feeling against your skin, you are  frightened but trying not to show it.

You hop out of bed and look into the closet. More unfamiliar clothes but half of them fit you while the other half you can tell with a glance belong to a man. You dress quickly, not paying attention to what you throw on except that it fits. You ease the door open and find a hall. You creep down it, listening intently for any sounds.

“Do you think she’s up yet?” You hear from a room at the end of the hall. Light spills from an open doorway.

“Soon enough. She was pretty out of it last night.”

You listen carefully for anything else, but the rest of the conversation is nothing important or earth shattering, they’re only talking about the weather and whether it will rain later in the day or not.

The floorboards squeak under you and you flinch as the sound of someone standing from a chair reaches you. You are too afraid to move as a man comes to the doorway.

“Honey!” he smiles and a part of you wants to be afraid because you still don’t recognize anything, but another part of you feels safe just by the look in his eyes. “I’m glad you’re awake!”


Written for an old FreeWriteFriday prompt.

What?

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“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Tell anyone what?”

“Thanks, you’re a good friend.”

“No seriously, what were we talking about?”

This has actually happened to me more than once. My mind will randomly blank and ‘drop’ whatever it was I was doing, including conversations. Even in the middle of a sentence.

 
Will someone please tell me
How I ended up in this room?
At last I can remember
There was somewhere else I was to be.
 
Why is it that I can’t speak?
As I know that I was moments ago…
So often I sit with a confused mind.
 
I don’t understand how I remember only bits and pieces.
 
Don’t forget, I tell myself
Only for it to disappear anyway.
I can’t trust my memory
Not with what is happening.
Got to find that journal and write.
 

Forgotten…

To be forgotten is worse than death -Freya, Final Fantasy IX

What do you do when she doesn’t know who you are?

What do you do when she doesn’t know who she is?

Every morning it starts all over again.

Who are you?
Where am I?
 

You pray and love her and don’t startle her at all.

You love you and don’t want her to fear you.

You are gentle and caring but never overbearing.

Is that my name?
I’m someone’s wife?
 

It gets harder as the days go by and there is no change.

Memories, new and old, are as tangible as the night sky.

It gets harder to carry one day after day.

Why do you still care for me?
Why do you stay here with me?
 

But she is as necessary to your life as the air you breath.

You could no sooner send her away than reach into your chest and physically rip out your lungs.

You promised for better or worse.

Why do you love me when I can’t even remember your name?
How is it that I know I love you back?
 

A promise made is a promise to keep, especially to your eternal companion.

The memories may be gone, but the emotions remain.

You are in this together no matter what.


Written in honor of my brother and sister-in-law. They are some of the most awesome people I have ever had the privilege to meet and know. I pray that the Lord will be with them.

At First… – Day Twenty-Five

At first…
 
At first, there was nothing.
At first, there was everything.
At first, there was one.
At first, there was no distinction.
 
Then…
 
Then, there was something.
Then, there was everything.
Then, there were two.
Then, there was separation.
 
And then…
 
And then, there was pain.
And then, there was suffering.
And then, there was despair.
And then, there was loneliness.
 
But then…
 
But then, there was someone
But then, there was another.
But then, there was change.
But then, there was a future.
 
For the first time…
 
For the first time, she wasn’t alone.
For the first time, she knew there was more.
For the first time, she wasn’t afraid.
For the first time, she had hope.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-25-2/

Not too sure how well I did to sticking to the prompt, but this is what came out and this is what I wrote.

Confusing

Where would I be today if not for you?

Lost and alone,
I don’t know where to go.
Afraid and uncertain,
I don’t recognize anyone around.
 
Afraid and uncertain,
I don’t know who you are.
Here and there,
Why am I confused?
 
Here and there,
I’ll learn it all again.
Recovering and resting,
I feel safe enough to sleep.
 
Recovering and resting,
I’ll learn it as I go.