I was standing by the wall,
I remember red bricks.
Then I was home.
Speaking gibberish.
My terrified Mum stared at me.
Not knowing what to do.
I remember phone calls.
A blurry feeling.
Dad, Auntie.
And then a hospital smell.
Me in a gown.
Alone.
A room with a bed and a small window.
A smiling nurse.
An injection.
And then nothing.
I slept
And slept.
Nobody asked me
What I wanted
What I needed
What I thought.
I heard screams,
I saw white coats,
And I heard words I didn’t get.
But as all nightmares,
This one would finish…
Or so I thought.
Three weeks
Locked in a space
With no garden,
No fresh air
No breathing
The windows had bars…
But at least I was better.
I was allowed to walk around.
To go to the common room
Full of people with empty stares.
A patient screaming a doctor’s name.
And the doctor’s threats
To send her to an even more horrible place.
How had I got there?
What had I done?
I wasn’t like these people, was I?
