There was an ice storm the night I became unmoored.

Frozen trees crashed to ground in the forest.

Power cables sparked on the road.

I knew I was loosing it

When the pots and pans

Began to talk to me.

And I couldn’t get them out of my head

I couldn’t find the places

Where my mind was anchored

To the life I knew.

Instead I fell off the planet

Into the endless darkness

Of infinite space

With no handholds.

Tumbling, spinning

Out of existence

Terrified. There was no returning to myself

My self no longer existed

Except as a memory

The bridge to that identity

Swept away. Just a deep chasm remained.

I didn’t want to believe this was happening

I tried everything thing I knew to find a way back

To the reassurance of myself

But everywhere the ground was shifting

How could I tell you that I had died

But through some trick was still here

Dead and alive at the same time Holding the two positions

In a desperate terrified embrace

Juggling the impossible and the unbearable

So began the horror show

A life shorn of hope

A concentration camp of the mind

No escape possible

The death of meaning