Aged Four

The wardrobe of dark heavy wood
held my curiosity for years
the mirror transfixed me
barely able to see my self
I opened the mirror door
climbed in and with angry
toppled the whole damn
thing over my mother
heard the distant thud


At four years old I was
extremely pissed off at
the world for taking my
mother away I was beyond
any sanity locked in grief
I was suicidal then imagine
mammy mammy was repalced
by another mammy who was
not a mammy at all she
was cruel and mean cold

I wardrobe fell with me
inside my brain knocked
over and split into
a different way of being
like cauliflower smashed
the pieces lying open
my brain my tidal waves
of reasoning gone forever
but now I knit them back
these discombobulated words