Sandra.
Sandra lives in a world of make-believe,
Sucks all around her into a vortex of uncertainty -
But it’s uncertainty without boundaries,
Not clear-cut,
Greys upon greys, shades into shades,
Where the sun becomes the moon with the lightest touch
And a mundane life transmogrifies into drama -
Too much!
A dawning awareness creeps into the lives of the shadow-pawns
She plays with as much skill as a Master,
Taken for a ride,
Inside Out,
Upside Down,
Worlds in collision,
Chaos and confusion.
It Can’t Be!
It Was!
Heads hit brick walls
And for a while the planet forgets to sing.
But there’s recovery -
For her, maybe, if she plays the game right -
And Life Will Go On,
Though shock and amazement have tilted the Earth off its beam
Permanently for some.
Sandra was a fantasist with a genuine psychological disorder, presenting herself as normal but with a life seemingly touched by high drama.
Slowly those around who trusted her began to realise what was going on, though for some it permanently changed how they approached others.
