It’s been weeks,
so we meet at McDonald’s at 5:30 a.m.
for a hot breakfast,
only we are greeted by a locked door, and a sign:
“sorry for the inconvenience,”
so we spend ten minutes of precious time
searching another location
while others this morning are searching
for dead loved ones in Nepal.
© Marie Elena Good
She can’t quite grasp event(s) she feels occurred
That may have cast the pattern of her life.
No clear recall – just senses that are blurred,
Yet sharply pierce her present, like a knife.
Hypnosis could enlighten, she was told –
Could bring to forefront what she had suppressed.
Perhaps what had been quelled could then unfold,
And with it, this foreboding put to rest.
And here am I, unable to convey
My hesitance to urge her in this quest –
When everything inside me wants to say
Some incidents might best remain repressed.
Yes, were my past so dark I could not see,
I would not seize the lamp and turn the key.
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