Salt

I sit by my window with a hot cup of cocoa clouding my view of outside.

I wipe off my glasses and smile to myself as I contemplate all of my life.

The snowy white landscape that I see before me; an ode to my papa, my kin

But I feel disdain and remember my pain,

And the smile to myself quickly gone from my face.

My memory jolted me up to my feet, the white of the snow turning black,

As if came the man with the salt in his van to clean up the slippery street.

Oh, bring me salt to soak up all my tears, for the flood rages on in my heart

And soul both so bruised; I am still so confused,

Someone give me the reason why I’m in disgrace.

I suddenly wake up to realise I’m dreaming, relief rushes over me now,

And the smile it returns to my face but I learn; I cannot jump up to my feet.

Focus my eyes; to my shock my surprise, the room I am in is pure white.

What I saw to be snow, were the floors and the walls,

And the straight-jacket strapped to me tightly.