My body
has turned
tyrant
I have
forgotten
how to listen
how to see
The dawn chorus
used to slip between
the cracks
of my resistance
until hope
became
a beating heart
Now
the silence
is impenetrable
While my body
rants and raves
at the unfairness
at the insistence
that each tiny
movement
each birth
of an idea
must be
accompanied
by pain
by impossibilities
It is 3 am
I am trying
to teach myself
how to listen again
even as my hip
begins to spasm
The birds
will come soon
I’m trying to be ready
23 December 2019
Sussex Coast
That has real power.
Thank you! That means a lot coming from you. Plus, I haven’t written anything at all in months. I have been reading a lot, though. I think maybe I’ve been in a state of gestation 😉 Thank you again and I hope you have a Merry Christmas!
I noticed your absence and wondered how you’ve been.
I’m struggling a bit with cancer recovery. The treatment was a little more than my body could handle. It’s a day at a time thing at the moment. The doctors think it will just take a little more time to recover. Thank you for asking.