A mind is like a time bomb,
In more ways than one.
Our lives tick away
Until a moment of silent
Detonation and our souls pass peacefully
To the next world.
The ticking in my mind
Began as the soft ticking of a
Grandfather clock and over the years
Became the deafening boom of a
Tympani residing deep within my head.
Was this death, the conclusion of my life
Resting in such closeness,
Its bitterness tickling the tip of my tongue?
At such an inopportune time,
The time bomb detonated with great explosion
Reverberating through all of aspects of my life,
Leaving my mind shattered and in utter disrepair.
Oh, I found it was not death
I was to succumb to,
But rather a fate far worse
And devastating than death itself.
© 2014 Alexandra Shall
This poem is in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for Poetry. I wrote this poem in my mid-teens. I have reworked it a bit, but I wanted the original essence to remain, embracing any imperfections. I see it as a snapshot of myself at that age – my emotions, my thoughts, my cognitive processes – and I appreciate the simplicity of the piece, not too many bells and whistles. Returning to older poems provides me with a concrete, definitive illustration of where I have been, my journey, and where I am now. I find delight and thanksgiving in this process.