I am not sure when the moment came where I ceased to be. I recall being ill, feeling feverish, and I remember my mother calling my name from far away. At that point I lost touch with reality and blacked out.
Now I find myself unable to communicate with those around me, for they cannot see or hear me. I scream at the top of my lungs to no avail and still nothing. During the times I get frustrated, the lights in the room begin flickering. But, alas, no one makes the connection that it is ME.
I’ve given a lot of thought on why I am in limbo, trapped here in this place and time. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being. But if that is the case, does non-existence also have a reason?
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Come join us at dVerse Poets Pub for Prosery. Merril is hosting and has given us the following line we must incorporate into a 144 words or less story. The pub opens at 3PM EST. Here is the line: “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page