No Going Back

Broken, we embrace –
you slowly hole away,
explore a laughing woman,
lie with her of like poetry

When you awake
my self is clouds
their windows dark
but for glass –
no-one could end this.

(Magnetic Poetry seems to keep dragging me into the past.  If you want to try it, the link is here.)


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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.

4 thoughts on “No Going Back”

  1. Beautiful. Your poem perfectly reflects the confusing thoughts that are in our head when we experience pain. They are jumbled, making no sense and it is impossible to form coherent sentences 😢

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