Author: 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.

The Call That Never Came

I called you.
That one time.
Poured my heart out..
such despair.

I called you.
You weren’t there.
Left a message –
garbled words
rushed to beat
the inevitable beep.

Regret immediate,
then panic –
ineradicable
this outpouring
of a lonely heart,
fantasizing.

I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.

Thank you for that.

(Poem first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II. Image my own)

Blues

Unshakeable blue
I am ocean drawn
willing movement
suspended…

Fears meet me here
at the blackened shore
I want to believe
trust the light…

But legs no longer carry me
and heaven forbid the tide
should bring unruly waves –
drowning would be inevitable

So, I hug the shore
hold my breath
and dream of
a more forgiving blue.

(Inspired by Sadje’s challenge: What do you see? based on featured image.)