Lashed

I am now
just an eyelash
from madness.

It's 'cause I blinked
when you changed,
and what I see
as I take another look
does not match
the life I choose
to see,
the man I chose
to mate,
the dream that chose me
to envision it.

Maybe if I blink again
I'll get my sight back.

Maybe I'll open my eyes
and see
my real mate,
my real life.

Or maybe
I'll just slip away
behind my eyelids
forever.

The madness,
you know,
is that
I can no longer see
which choice
would be most sane.

by Sara, copyright 1999, all rights reserved