When we meet a stranger in ourselves.

Oh, the joy of waking in a strange bed in a strange place.
Looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger.
The world is mine today, I think....I can do as I please
Or nothing at all. I ponder.

What is this place
Where I am not me?
Does this person in the mirror want to stay?
Will someone come looking for whoever I am?

I feel that I should do something, anything.
What that is, I cannot think, I do not know.
A sound at the door, I hear a voice.
She smiles at me and says something, but what?

Should I let her wash and dress me?
I am so afraid, yet it feels right to me.
Do I allow this whoever to continue to do this?
Oh my, where is she taking me? Someone help me!

She resists my futile attempts to pull away from her.
I am led to a thing and she gently sits me down.
Now she wants to put something in my mouth
I allow this as it warms me up and I feel good.

All the time she keeps talking to me, words I don’t understand.
What is wrong? Why don’t I understand what is happening?
My face is wet and sounds are coming from me.
She holds me close and I hear the word “Mother”.