Julia Yardley

Where is my mind

Where is my mind
when I drift off to sleep,
covering vast territories over land and sea
hand in hand with a woman that I thought would be
part of my life for all eternity.

Impregnating my mind with her words, softly spoken
infiltrating every part of my being
with her soft lips as she speaks of
a future, unimaginable in our current state.

She crosses foreign seas, tall mountains
fights off ancient armies, to find her way back to me.
She is fierce, yet loves me with ease,
She makes time to accompany me
to the deepest parts of my own mind.

Where is my mind
When I start my day with a cup of tea,
questioning reality and if things were meant to be
as they are right now, for surely
I wasn’t intended to follow this path.

Somewhere, deep from within me,
as if a cry was being locked up tightly within,
I purge the very thought of you out of me.
Damn your promises and oaths
to a girl too foolish to advocate for herself.

As if all I had then was all I am left with now,
like a newborn begging for its mother too,
I was left helpless and unimaginably hopeless.
All of this because of you.

Where is my mind
When I look back and wonder if it was at all
worth my time, my energy, my mind.
Have I learned anything at all from my trials
or will it all be in vain?

For she certainly doesn’t question
Her time and whether or not
to spend it with me.