Have you ever just stood there, in any location, and wondered how?
Have you ever looked around you, in any place, and thought, what?
Have you ever just sat and looked at someone and wondered, Who?

Today, Stood in the middle of a supermarket,
I look at my husband,
I look around me, and nothing feels real,
For a split second I don’t recognise his face,
I don’t know how I got here, Why am I here,
What is the point of being here,

A arm around my shoulder, pulled into an embrace,
Confused, I go with it, a voice in my ear, empty words,
I respond, I speak out, but words mean nothing,
I just walk on, carry on, slap on a face that say’s all is OK,

Car key’s digging into my hands,
Nails scrapping the back of my hand,
Can we be done yet? Can we go now? When is this over,
People at every turn, There is simply no escape,
A normal weekly trip for many,
Yet one that is filled with annoyance and frustration for myself,
I don’t recall getting there, I just know I want to be gone,

So many faces, masked blurs, constant rattle of trolley wheels,
Beeps of self scanners, people’s inconsistent chatter,
A low rumble of constant noise,
I am glad to be leaving, back to the safety of my car,
Away from society, away from life, confined to my metal box,

Time to drive home, time to try and focus,
A journey that is safe, yet not real,
Only when my front door closes behind me,

Do I feel able to breathe freely once again

*I am not afraid*