What If I’ve lost my mind?
And all that I am is an illusion of time?
Here, but not really
There, yet ungrounded; uncertain
Feet planted in false reality

Doubts echo off the occiput
White noise fills the cranium
A slow swelling weight threatens
Likely too heavy to bear
A flood waiting to recur
Temporal dam temporarily breached
Parietal cracks reappear

Until, softly:
"Slow down, breathe; gather yourself," I hear
"We’re all crazy—there’s nothing to fear"

Momentary peace abounds
Mental feet find solid ground
Yet another illusion?
The questions still resound
For now though, we hold onto this healing we’ve found