What If It Never Happened?

If that one mistake was reversed, or better still never occurred

Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Unsplash

I wake to harsh lights and squeaky shoes
It takes time to clear my mind and remember,
They wheeled me back from the theatre
A tortuous and distressing day in September.

I climb from the bed, no soreness of any kind
And quietly slip out the room and head for the door,
Eyes on the prize, trying not to flee, walk normally
Not the first time as I definitely been here before.

I glance down to see I’m in my jeans and sweater
Not a nightgown or that horrid gown given to me,
I slip quietly and invisibly down a number of corridors
Finally finding the front door that will set me free.

I look around as I’m standing on those scary steps
The decision made, unmade and made once more,
I walk backwards, slowly retracing my foot prints
Where my oldest Sister is waiting, holding the door.

All in reverse, we follow the roads of the drive in
Back to the caravan park and my sister’s bus,
Mysteriously the door…