Courtney

Her brain does not remember in sequence

It does not recall in order

Thoughts are scattered

Memories when triggered

Not all are bad

Many are good

It's not so much the facts

But the questions that linger

And therefore a constant maze

That has no beginning

No end

No median

But much substance

She will start in admittance

A time has come for peace

Though a remedy is beyond the reigns of the universe

No longer will she idle in confusion

She will begin to figure out who she is...