Shalita Compton

Grandma’s Poem

 

On the floor, the floor no one talks about

 

Grandma disconnects between body, mind, emotion and soul

 

Voices are nonsensical mumblings in her ears

 

Within she asks am I a child?

 

Embittered she thrusts her dying emotions onto others

 

Glimmers of who she was shine, but in a moment’s notice are gone

 

Within she asks am I an adult?

 

A window in her room is her only solace her only door to freedom as she watches the happenings outside.

 

Within she asks who am I and who are you?

 

Even her door becomes a prison as her emotions swirl into a suffocating cage

 

Outside the window may be an entirely new world that only she can see, but as that world darkens

 

Grandma fades away