Day 252 “Discomfort”

I exist
somewhere betweeen
here and the Netherworlds.
a ghost woman,
wanderer
lost soul.

I exist
on the periphery
semi-conscious
semi-paralyzed
inept at
communicating

I exist
reliant on help
and courtesy
and goodwill
and willingness
to do for me.

I exist
disoriented
frustrated with inabilty
afraid
yearning for
home

unable to remember
where home is
or how to get there
or who to call

vague memories:
reasurrances
loving acceptance
strength and
forgiveness

I am cold
body tired
energy spent
trapped in
some-other-verse

trying to send
out a signal
rescue me
find me
I exist.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.