I remember now,
where I lost myself.
Funny thing is –
I had to get lost to find it.
I mean, me.
Or maybe the moment.
Both of us, probably.
Who could have known
that at the tender age of five
my innocence
would be stolen
by a man
with a broken body and warped mind?
Maybe someone did know,
but they kept quiet.
I could not have guessed
that it would take a yod.
I mean, it was a literal smack from god
hand-delivered to my vexed life
that sent me spiraling backward
into the waiting darkness.
All of my secrets
lay buried in the dust of time.
My footfalls
kicked up puffs of silent inquiry.
Denizens blinked and stretched and yawned
at me, the old newcomer,
and wondered
what took me so long to return?
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About Mojo
Mojo works as an editor, writer, web designer, and all-around badass to help creators to give birth to their ideas over at mojomediahome.com. Hailing from St. Louis, MO, Mojo and her two sons are owned by Baby Cat and Beans, their feline overlords. In her downtime, Mojo loves to ponder the mysteries of the universe, defend her Uno Champion title, and watch horror flicks.
