Madness

Madness. What does it mean to be mad?

To lose control of thyself or to be controlled by recollections?

The heart I pushed asunder comes back. A heart that in the morrow turned bad.

With it I find no directions, I feel the weight on my flesh for what I have done,

And again, and again, try as I must,

The bane of my broken bones binds my boots to the boat.

I am thrown overboard, unable to move without being by my sorrows drowned.

Madness. Is it fate, a trait? Or a choice to be made?

A choice it is, for I chose greed and my husband, I pushed around.

At night I dream of deeds, that is sin to even think, and so I try to clean the hands that to those deeds agreed.

It does not matter that I am Queen, because after all that is done, I feel no glee.

Footsteps of the dead, they follow me everywhere. Close thy eyes and begone!

And do not come back at dawn!

I am a blade dulled by grief and guilt, a blade with a sloppy hilt.

Madness... Madness…

It consumes me with sadness.

Ps: This soliloquy was a Creative Writing assignment in which I had to show my take on what Lady Macbeth must have been thinking right after Macbeth saw Banquo’s ghost. (During the dinner with the other Lords).

Reason why I chose the theme, "Madness".