Absence fills the silence with shadowy wings becomes a raven sharp-taloned, razor-beaked I cower loss too immense for comprehension would lay my body down be
Clawed my way out of deep and devastating holes, been disembowelled by diabolical acts, choked on craven impulses, blinded by revenge, but character overrides spite,
Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the
Unsettled, worry’s guest – change binds me, spineless… this waiting is venom, caution enticing, pursue transformation, big, small – and diversion to eliminate the parasites.
Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter.