There was an ice storm the night I became unmoored. 

Frozen trees crashed to ground in the forest. 

Power cables sparked on the road. 

I knew I was loosing it 

When the pots and pans 

Began to talk to me. 

And I couldn’t get them out of my head 

I couldn’t find the places 

Where my mind was anchored 

To the life I knew. 

Instead I was falling off the planet 

Into the endless darkness 

Of infinite space 

With no handholds. 

Tumbling, spinning 

Out of existence 

Terrified. There was no returning to myself 

My self no longer existed 

Except as a memory 

The bridge to that identity 

Swept away. Just a deep chasm remained. 

I didn’t want to believe this was happening 

I tried everything thing I knew to find a way back 

To the reassurance of myself 

But everywhere the ground was shifting 

How could I tell you that I had died 

But through some trick was still here 

Dead and alive at the same time

Holding the two positions 

In a desperate terrified embrace 

Juggling the impossible and the unbearable 

So began the horror show 

A life shorn of hope 

A concentration camp of the mind 

No escape possible 

The death of meaning