Tabula Rasa

Memories vivid yet distant
of how colors turned gray
in the contours
of her convoluted mind
over the years
it seemed like
there could be nothing more
to the black hole like darkness
that was shrouding her vision
gripping her imagery
she sat there lost
in the qualms
of her fragmented life

Interlude

She could not
let this continue
it had to stop
for she was breathing
she was alive, and
deep within she knew
it was temporal
she had to move on
in life

Interlude

She woke up one day
set her slate clean
like the tabula rasa, and
edged forward
propelled with hope
towards the horizon
ready to create
new imprints
of the rest of her life