Abandonment

• Writing from our talented client, Elizabeth

Abandonment.

Time doesn't exist anymore.
Everything just passes like a blur.

I woke up to a nightmare.

Home-fullness is a dream to come true.
Déjà vu is no reality,
Except the experience of abandonment...

This is better than your back being violently pushed up against a wall.

Do I live in a tent?
Or a Teepee at an anti-logging old-growth forest protest campsite.

Do I sit on the steps and sleep there, owned by the church.
Or do I just walk the familiar streets until my feet blister, and the pain intercepts the one in my heart that knows there must be a love-full home somewhere.

To rest my weary head.
To recollect.
To rest.
To no longer detest.

To reinvent.