Disassociated

Drifting in the void, 
trying to avoid being encased.
I float and spring without a trace of 
myself lingering in the space I once kept.

Deprived of sensation,
I don’t feel like myself. 
Where is the self I once grew fond of?
It seems memories are mere remnants of 
my disposition. 

There are no suitable titles. 

Like adapted atoms, 
I hold space 
and separate from designation. 
Descriptions that were deemed once appropriate
now, prove petrifying.

I remain unbounded.




Michelle Berko is a Ghanaian- American writer and visual artist. She is 26 years and has interests in film, psychology, dance, and surrealism. She's a mental health advocate who uses poetry as a tool for healing and self-expression
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