Somewhere between who she had once been
And who she ought be
Rested who she was.
Flickering in and out of existence
Like the rolling of static over dead airwaves.
A sense of falling and rising and falling again.
A wave tossed about the ocean.
A cloud lead by wind.
A blink of an eye in time and space.
Rattled to her bones.
She could not comprehend solid ground.
The world seem to constantly shift beneath her feet;
Changing and obscuring itself
In the swirling white of a tule fog.
Drifting between where she had once been
And where she ought be
Was her present.
Her place in uncertainty.
The burden born upon her shoulders.