Thankyou Ben. I'm currently struggling with breathing problems (not the virus) but it feels like a heavy rock on my chest. Which was the initial inspiration for the first two lines of the poem. Milly x
Why, indeed -'years wasted in toll' and the inevitable escape: death. No sugar in this one yet gripping, raw and therein the truth abounds. A hard passage of poetry and well worth the read. Exceptional!
I hope you find yourself in finer fettle come the morrow.
Do take care now, Tony.
A poem that reaches out to ask that question many of us are wondering, "why"? Not only in our own suffering and struggles, but also branching out to what we see and witness in the world. There's a sense of restlessness in this and an exhaustion, to at least have answers if not some rest and faith in a lighter path from here on out.
So sorry you're dealing with this. Thinking of you <3
Beautifully written piece Milly although so very sad to hear it's from personal experience and what you are going through at the moment. I'm wishing you all the best for a speedy recovery to full health again.
Thank you Walter. Apparently it can take weeks for the chest inflammation to get better and with the stress of all that is going on at the moment is making it worse because stress exasperates my Asthma. Take care and keep well. Milly x
I love this, it’s beautiful, sorrowful and reflective. I am sorry to hear that this is also a reflection of how you are currently feeling. “Hopes gone, there is nothing left to fight” it may feel like it in a moment, but there is always something left to fight, keep fighting.