Charger – By Wanica Durant

My mind is like a computer

My thoughts are the tabs that compile relentlessly, but no one clears them for space

They intertwine and combine to such an extent that my mind shuts down. It crashes.

I can’t swipe. That motion is stuck. My mind freezes, and my body tenses up.

I’m blind to how many tabs I’ve left open,

So sometimes memories like websites, are left open

And they flash from year to the next

It’s hard to grasp the concept of cancellation. How do I let go?

How do I move on?

How do I erase?

When my thoughts are so misplaced

I’m crashing, and there is no technician to assist

I’m soaking in the water that is my tears

Forming technical issues from the inside out

Oh, and I have a virus that very thing is my mind

I can’t compute or follow commands

I’m frozen in time from all the hurt from over the years

I said I’m frozen in time mom and I can’t move

My internal clock is broken, my alarm settings have been snoozed.

I’m on my last battery life, there’s no reviving me this time

I keep going on about how I’ve lost my charger, but really I think I’ve lost my mind.

How about that?