Poetry Therapy

Someone gently rolls me over Onto this white slab, belly down And I wait ... like forever Or at least it seems like forever, anyway Above me is a mirror, So, I turn my head and strain to see it - In seeing Runic inscriptions there on my backside, I try to read them but can't ... I can't interpret their meaning Then, this drill of light Comes and hovers over me. I flip like a fish out of water And I'm blinded out of my body I can remember it now - I fell into a deep Strange awareness That I was being abducted by aliens Or was coming to in the middle of surgery I was exposed, naked, and scared out of my wits - That's when I began to write And I haven't stopped since ...