The Power Of Her Mind

Do not think it, she urgently
cautioned her mind. Do not begin
to think it, her growing awareness
counselled her; schooled, entreated,
cautioned her. The irresistibly
growing realization that her mind
was the fount from which events -
sordid and sorrowful grew, impinged.

Frail and innocent she may appear
in her advanced years, but what
has been revealed to her is the
power dwelling deep within.
Think of some misfortune and someone,
somewhere, will suffer. Imagine a
catastrophe and it occurs. Idly
contemplate a life-shattering
occurrence and there it is, a living
manifestation of her dread power.

She knows now, with a startling
clarity that she is the ineffable
instrument of disaster; from her mind
leaps atrocities, misery, hopeless
surrender to nature's and humankind's
evil design incarnate. She represents
the means by which a malign force
exerts its vicious domination over
all that exists, as a plaything to
relieve the tedium of its existence.

She can no longer live within the
impossible weight of her guilt, and
imparts her dread knowledge to all
who will listen. But they doubt her sanity
and proffer tender concern for her
aged plight of what they term dementia.

And this finally destroys the pain
of her living guilt, leaving her free
to permit her imagination free rein.
After all, she forewarned them all.
She told them so. Was that not so?