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.