Steady waves unfurl in
the oceans of unconscious
The mind twirls the soul
and the soul comes to moan
Yet all I see is the Inkblot splatter
Why is my well so toxic
I worry my Freudian wonders
Our lobes are continents
which we fail to explore
afraid what more adorns
this reservoir of repressed thoughts and emotions
Oh! Who would want to sail this darned ocean?
Thought no explorer ever.
She appeared on the hallways of my dream
Like the trusted friend she once was,
Outside our school auditorium she held me
All at once with her gentle yet solid embrace.
We were back once again
As ‘best friends forever’
However childish it was
I knew that she was in my corner always
She took that belief along with her
When she left me stranded
In this island of strangers
And sailed away to la la land
On her brand new friend ship.
But in that illusory moment
Conjured up in my head
Thanks to some residual memory
All that was broken is fixed
And things unsaid didn’t need to be said
She anchored me to earth again.
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