Fighting Alone

You took away
the ache I endured
from inflamed organs
replaced it with a sharp pain
the moment you walked away

I have not been the same
trying so hard
to hold my shattered heart together
between hospital treatment visits
and hope for a better day

Dissapointment

I used to fantasise about retirement life
Playing cards
Reading books and people watching in a cafe
Strolling along the beach
with my kitty on a leash

Today
I don’t want to get old
I don’t want to live in a senior unfriendly world
I would hate to be told to go online to do everything
I would hate to be treated like I am void of knowledge, intelligence or experience

Today
I don’t like humans
I see doom and gloom of this sterile world
And I am too tired to even take responsibility of my own actions

Today
I give up
Before the seniors do

Drained

Today is different

I don’t want to see the dark place you so often go to
I don’t want to put myself in your shoes
I don’t want to imagine what you are going through
I don’t want to

Today
I don’t want to

Detox

Before she opens her eyes
She inclines her ears to the song of birds
Then
She wriggles her toes
She gives out a laugh
And
She notices her breathing
By now
She is ecstatic
Day 7 and alive
She has beaten the Devil

Writing Spot

The Living Poetry prompt – Backyard

I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock
by the crackling firepit
in my manicured backyard
under the clear stary sky
in cold deep winters

Many poems were born
from frozen fingers tapping
on a frosted screen
when the embers started to go out
in the wee hours of the night

With a final sense of satisfaction
I straightened my beanie
wrapped myself in the wool blanket
resettled in my ugg boots
hurried into the house
where everybody I loved
were all in a deep sleep