I am Me
The world moved differently on the other side of the glass.
In a way I couldn’t quite fathom.
After the event.
Before, I had still been different.
But in a better way.
I knew myself. I loved myself. I had respect for myself.
And I understood.
Of course. I didn’t understand everybody else; but I did understand the world. And how it worked. And how it moved. And how it was meant to be.
And I felt at one.
I often thought I should write down my knowledge, just in case I ever forgot.
Perhaps I was too embarrassed.
Perhaps I never had time.
And then I lost it.
Or, rather, it was taken from me.
Ripped from my mind.
Torn from my spirit.
In a planned way. It was an attempt to make me like them.
I could have stopped it. I should have fought back.
But my instinct, like yours, was to plough on. To not give up. Keep on keeping on.
And when I realised, it was too late. I couldn’t find my footing; couldn’t get back in step with the world.
I was walking through treacle; watching through Lucant glass, the same, but distorted. Always a beat behind.
Of course, nobody noticed. It was a fine impersonation of myself, indeed. Perhaps I deserved an Oscar!
Oh, there were plenty of clues. I couldn’t type; I couldn’t spell; hell, I couldn’t even speak properly sometimes. But that was ignored. Except by those who used it to their advantage.
But, stop! I hear you cry – you’re a fairly switched on guy. You know your mind.
Well, yes, that’s true, indeed, I do.
But I only know it now because I recognised it from a distance, as it floated from me through the air.
For many years I wandered, trying to get it back; to relocate. To no avail.
And then the shock! The shock of that great shock, which shook me; and shook them; and shook us all to our foundations; woke us all to the situation.
A terrible shock! Life evaporated from the room. Screams and tears and questions. And many fears.
But at least it sucked my mind back to me; determined not to let me fail and die.
So now I have my mind; I have my thoughts; and my understanding. And many things have returned to me, within my mind.
Now destiny awaits. Perhaps destruction. And the loss of everything.
Except my mind.
Which now, I anchor firmly.
And cherish most of all.
For I am me;
And that’s enough.
And I am me.