Auto pilot 

Where is it I belong? 

I search the corridors of my mind.

Trying to fit together each piece I find.

I always come up short.

I never quite understand.

Where or what I’m supposed to be.

Who is this woman?

I hear my name,

I see my face.

Then auto pilot… 

Right in place..

Going through the motions.

Not really present in many moments.

Reality calls me back, 

“Mama,” 

they say.

Perhaps I will sort it out.  

One day….

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