Through a mist of whirlpools, she surfaced.

No understanding would come.

In such unfamiliar surroundings,

From equipment nearby, a slight hum.

No recollection of occurrences,

Why she was in a hospital bed,

Who the man was that called her “hun”,

Just a jumble of nothing in her head.

 

Told that she had been in a coma,

An accident, some kind of a scrape,

Uncomprehending of anything around,

She shut her eyes to escape.

For the rest of the day she hovered.

How could she be this man’s wife?

Amnesia had always been just a word,

Now she remembered none of her life.

 

Oblivion beckoned, sleep brought relief,

An escape from a continuous void.

One day the fearful truth may return,

That her subconscious wished to avoid.

A memory too shocking to deal with,

Blocked for the sake of her health.

The horror that had led to her accident,

Even worse than the collision itself.

 

Then she may learn that amnesia

Had cocooned her into some kind of shape,

Enabled her to forestall the tragedy,

And in itself this had been her escape.