ceiling at my feet

TWO years ago, this was my view. the place that held my thoughts and my advocacy. this was the floor of the old mental health court building. my daughter's gurney passed over these tiles many times.

late november, 2009 i sat gazing down at the view where my shoes grounded me, i heard a man screaming. he was removed by the security guard.
that morning, i sat on the old wooden bench at the train station on my way to a celebration of some one's birthday.

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life represents a spectrum, and shades of grey are the places where most people never look.

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somewhere between 3AM and 6AM

somewhere between three and six a.m.

i lost myself.

i came back again.

somewhere between three

and and six a.m.

i found an abyss.

i wasnt broken this time

i was lost.

somewhere between three and six a.m.

i tried to imagine myself

again

tears reminded me of who i am.

i am lost

lost.

somewhere between 3 and 6am

i came back again.

-me, may 9, 2008

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i am the grey tile, the woman

in the mirror.