Originally posted on One Woman's Quest II:
Preoccupation with my own woes blinded me to my husband’s suffering, which culminated in a heart attack…
Category: ME/ CFS
A Call for Harmony
6:30 a.m. alarm sounds. “Time to wake up!” Compliance commands. “Just a little longer,” Sensibility suggests. Guilt, like an incessantly annoying child tugs on Conscience:
Plateaus
The quest for love an uphill climb, the footholds loose and failing Scrapes heal, and hearts yearning begin again, forget the falls, aspire Unconditional love
Up In Smoke
Should have known when the first light passed without a sound, morning half gone before consciousness pried my eyelids open. Should have known when my
Hold Fast
Unity of thought fleeting, overpowering potential – adaptation never-ending. Possibility articulated, ridicule attached – an irrelevant couple. External/ societal motivators destroy heart, fuel panic –
Feverish
Sleep comes in great fistfuls will not let me shake it tosses me in seas of dreams – a first love, teenage antics, a mother’s
