Therapy Bits

This is written in response to Jim Adam’s Thursday inspiration prompt. This week we are to respond by using the word time somewhere in our writing.

I’ve written a poem about dissociating and losing time.

Thursday Inspiration #302 Right Place, Wrong Time – A Unique Title For Me

I blink—
and the room exhales into strangers.
Light folds itself into corners
I don’t remember painting.

My hands are here,
but they’re not mine—
just instruments borrowed
from a quieter ghost.

The clock hums softly,
a polite reminder that
something is passing—
or already has.

Time drips, not ticks—
it pools around my feet,
slipping through the cracks
of thought and breath.

I come back
to the echo of a moment
that doesn’t know my name.

Was I gone,
or was I never here
to begin with?