Unnerved by invitations – isolation equates with security – fear the onslaught of questions, the unleashing of a torrent – emotions flooding, crashing through this
Category: health
Fogged
But for the beating of heart – a discordant rhythm – I am obliterated by fog – numbness of unanticipated loss clouded by dreams misted
Spooning
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
Numb
Pain no longer a threat having found numbness – semi-permanent vacation from insistence of chronic battles, this unchosen life. (Image from personal collection)
Chronic Companion
She sits with me at breakfast, follows me to the park, hovers on the drive home, celebrates when I lie down, snuggles in with warming
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
