One room-two perspectives

Midmorning sun

Streams in

Floods the room

Warm and bright,

As regulars chat

Over tea and biscuits

And trolley service

Continues.

 

Attached to drips

Poorly patients

Struggle to settle

Losing their battle

With sleep,

As monitors beep

And ward round

Continues. ©

 

 

 

 

One day in February

Remembering February 21 2001….

One day in February I took the train south

Le Havre-Paris

Paris –Bordeaux.

Time to swap students

And marking

For chatting and chilling.

One day in February

I stepped off the train

And the arms of a friend wrapped round me

As the city I loved held me close.

Next day in February I woke to sunshine

And shaking

As I staggered

To the shower room

Legs folded

And I fell

To the floor.

That day in February I realised

All

Was not

Well

As I tried to stand

Sweat soaked and spinning.

That day in February I flew home

For treatment

To get better

And return.

Each year in February

As I wake

At home

I remember

One day in February

I took the train south…©

Flying Free

Seagulls

Swoop and soar

Through white clouds,

Calling shrilly

From above.

 

Blue sky

Soaks seamlessly

Into a sea

Of gently

Lapping waves.

 

Moored boats

Bob steadily

Up and down,

Sails creaking

In the breeze.

 

The air

Tastes damp

And salty

On my tongue.

 

In my mind

That’s where I am.

 

Not here,

Laid under glaring lights

Listening to machines

Whirr and beep.

 

Not here,

In this hospital bed

Chained still

By tubes and drips.

 

In my mind

I fly free. ©

 

 

Have you?

 

Have you ever

Had your new life packed in boxes

And airmailed home?

Have you ever

Listened to your doctor break the news

And had your world come crashing down?

Have you ever

Dreamt of holding your child in your arms

But known it will never happen?

Have you ever

Wondered just how much more

You can lose?

Have you ever

Thought ‘I can’t do this anymore’

But still carried on?

 

I have

Have you? ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exchange

First it took my finger nails and then it took two stone,

Then it took my energy and had me flown back home.

Next it took my relationship and my freedom to roam,

Then it took my fertility, the future I’d made my own.

It even took some memory and weakened every bone,

It almost took my sanity, never leaving me alone.

In exchange it gave me focus, the present is my zone,

And it gave me courage, to brave this path unknown.©