I listen for my own breath, feel the beat of my heart.
I’ve been a hostage so long, no longer know my own name.
I must be real, must be a person. Am I right? I don’t know.
Racing thoughts, like the beating wings of a thousand birds,
Chase away any sense of Self, bring on the fatigue that I call Me.
With no true mirror to look for evidence that I exist, no clues of who I am,
I once again drift off into the abyss of the Land of the TV People
Where I find my home and family, where I live out my wildest dreams.
#The Get My WorkOutThereChallenge #DayThree