Life’s mountain
a rough climb
body fails to adjust
focused as we are
on destination
Sights a sepia blur
here approaching summit
scree presents new danger
I vote we pause awhile
appreciate our labour
breathe in colour for once.
(Art mine)
Tag: hardship
Tribulations
A look back to two years ago. Sometimes we need the perspective of the rear-view image to put the present in better focus. How far we have come. (Photo from our earlier, healthier days.)
Preoccupation with my own woes blinded me to my husband’s suffering, which culminated in a heart attack on Saturday night. We are shell-shocked.
“That’s what happens to caregivers,” a callous nurse commented. Am I supposed to feel guilty?
Unable to either drive myself, or push my own wheelchair, I am reliant on the goodwill of others to get me to the hospital, although even then, my body’s limits scream: Halt!
I trust that my husband is in good hands, and getting the help he needs. Meanwhile, I am home, alone, processing a gamut of emotions and what if’s.
This is not his first heart attack. The first was silent, and according to the specialists, all but fatal. It caused sufficient damage to have us all on edge. Thank God I saw the signs and called 9-1-1 this time around. The hospital said they will not release him until either medications…
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A Sister’s Sin
Patience does not apply
in a family lacking ease,
nor is loyalty gifted…
my sister – a fiery red
corvette fuelled by hate
would slaughter kin
lived for the fight,
gleaned energy from
sinful behaviours
despite hard-work,
tasted power in attracting
meat – a fleshy cow –
processed sweethearts
with abandonment,
hardly caring, despised
public scrutiny – her world
a miniscule burlesque show
fluttering raw flesh inviting
scavengers – appeased out of
necessity – she shopped crowds,
possessed a light that shouted:
“Open for business” – dared
not endure loneliness, desperate
to annihilate the past –
her heart, a massive-winged
avenger, pummelled by
the memories of a brother
her twin – torn from her
by a deserting father – left
dying like an unwanted pest
an agonizing plummet
into an unendurable darkness
from which she sought any
infiltration, yearning to
pierce, to relieve, the musty
hold of her ground-up reality:
no virtue in patience,
no prize in loyalty
each woman for herself
(Image: insanityismyreality.deviantart.com)
Reform Called For
Placed without consultation
in an undesirable position –
certainly didn’t ask for this –
I am decidedly displeased.
Princess tendencies expected
pampered outcomes – exalted
deployment – hypochondriacal
drama despises responsibility.
Lack of working boundaries
merits complaints, too many
unknowns counterproductive,
yet I will forge ahead, accept.
Cross-purposes: reckless regard
for what’s important, and a need
to make things right (regardless
of cost) drive me to distraction.
Craving simplicity, am motivated
to create a suitable environment,
encounter more obstacles, feel
sabotaged from all angles, despair
lash out – not maliciously – only
begging for accountability, willing
understanding of consequences –
without collaboration futility arises.
Clear guidelines are needed here,
unrealistic expectations not helping,
need predictability, healthy protocols,
reinforcements to calm the chaos.
Foundational barriers breaking down,
the royal tower is crumbling – radical
change in the offing – reset, commit,
we can do this with duel dual effort!
One Woman's Quest 