The Answer

3:33 AM
Startled awake
The answer
there, on the brink

Of course I lose it
rising to answer another call
Oh, how it taunts

Try to recapture the moment
find the right twist of body
as if I’m a radio tuner
signal lost

And what answer would that be, anyway?
Now fully awake, pondering questions –
only one applies

This newly formed fear
I’ve dared not voice it –
it cuts deep

Is there an answer
and if so, do I want to hear it?

I fall back to sleep
awake hours later
mind blissfully empty.

(Image my own)

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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.

23 thoughts on “The Answer”

  1. I can so relate to this situation, VJ. I’ll awaken and know there was a significant dream I’d been dreaming so I stay really still somehow hoping that my body position will pick up on what left me. It rarely works. Loved your poem.

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      1. My first grade students were totally baffled by a picture book which showed dials on the television. They had NO idea what they were for. After explaining, I cut to the bit where there was no remote–someone had to get up and change the channel. Yep, I think I lost the trust of a few students that day! đŸ˜‰
        Wonderful, wonderful poem o so many levels.
        Cheers,
        Julie

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