The Stranger

At times I am a stranger in my own life,
I feel as though I do not belong
But then where else should I be?
I look around at all things familliar,
My room, my home, my reflection, my life
and I do not know the owner of it all.
Just when I feel as though I will vanish from existance
to a place unknown
My mind clears, I see myself, I know myself,
and I continue on without missing a beat.

Life moves forward, I learn and grow. I forget the stranger.
My loved ones grow nearer and dearer to my heart.
I find joy in becoming the woman I am meant to be.
And then, in an instant, it all changes again.
I view a world so distant and unfamiliar.
Who is this person? Who's hands are these I see?
Why is my mind full of emptyness?
The stranger has returned,
But from where I do not know.
How long will I be here?
Why do I have no memories?

All I can do is stare into this unknown life,
At the faces of people that I do not know.
I want to run, but my legs won't move.
I want to close my eyes, but they keep on staring.
I want to scream, but no one will hear me.
I do not exist.
Then I take a deep breath, push the stranger away,
and keep on living, afraid of her return.