Chasing you through a crowded park.
You won’t slow down.
Screaming your name repeatedly.
Tears stinging my eyes.
Collapsing on my knees, lungs on fire.
Reality and memories surge together.
Chasing a phantom, buried eleven years.
Body begins to shake uncontrollably.
Hear the nurse calling my name.
Trying to move away from this nightmare.
I’m stuck. I cannot move from where I am.
Gradually the nurse’s voice pulls me from the grass.
Restraints are tightening down.
Realizing I’m institutionalized.
Dazed from my dream.
Searching the blinding white room.
You’re not here, yet.
You haunt me even in madness.
@ donetta sifford 3-16-2013