I'm no longer me, she said

 

Later, when clouds passed by

Her mind went with them

She discovered it, sometime later

in a jar upon a dusty shelf

In a room unfamiliar

Where Time had nibbled away

at the glistening softness

to leave a part of it missing

But she wasn't to know

It was others who relayed it

In sympathetic stares

And, enforced, Mona Lisa smiles

 

In the mirror there was familiarity

But of what, she couldn't recall 

There was a child in there, somewhere

Slowly reverting back to the womb

Where it was warm & cosy

Without worry or pain

An easy comfort of nothingness

Where lay 

A serene bliss in waiting

 

The reward of a peaceful rest