This is a poem I wrote in May 2005.
I had a full recollection of this time period and it was gut-wrenching in its impact upon me. I could smell the odours and hear the wailing of the other inmates. I could smell the urine, faeces, hay and mould. I could feel the decaying of my body and the bedsores and infections where the straps were.
My husband during that time, was my wife in that previous life and he felt threatened by my gifts again, in this lifetime.
Before we decided to split, he had sent me an old photograph of a house for sale, he wanted me to move into the middle of nowhere with him and it scared the crap out of me. The house looked like the old manor that was an old mental hospital, and it triggered the memory.
It took me almost a week to recover from this episode, but it made it very clear to me that this time I had to get away from him, and embrace my gifts instead of repeating the energy of the past.
Another glimpse into what it is like for me, to see alternate timelines.
James
You told me I was mad,
then had me put away.
I remember clearly now,
they took me there to stay.
The sheds in the front of the Manor,
housed bodies of the deceased,
and as I grew nearer to it,
the panic inside increased.
I begged you to change your mind,
you would not turn your head.
My estate was all you wanted,
pleased; when you heard I was dead.
My sight was rejected as evil,
this time as well, it’s a threat.
Although my gift was taken then,
this time, I’ll not let you, my pet.
Malnutrition finally freed me,
from isolation; where I was kept.
I was forty-three when I died there,
chained on straw, and no-one wept.
Written on 25 May 2005
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Intuitive Reflections: A Literary JourneyCopyright © 1992-2016 Maria LawlessAll rights reserved. Author asserts her Moral Rights.Print: ISBN: 978-0-473-28010-9 / ISBN: 0473280108Electronic: ISBN: 978-0-473-28011-6
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