From
Patient waiting
To
Unconsciousness
To
Slipping and sliding in and out of awareness,
Into relief and despair
To
Existing with thought numbing pain
A pain which draws the mind
In on itself, in self-pity and hopelessness,
Banishing the warmth of creative thought,
Of hopeful ideas, dreams and images
While
The butcher’s healing cut,
Invasive plucking,
Selective
drawing,
Invades the integrity of my being.
Then begins the slow toil of recovery,
The growing awareness of life’s breath,
Of hopes victory over despair,
Of faltering footsteps,
Bright eyed attention and thankfulness
Which begets healing.
There still lies the long road to somewhere
Not yet signposted,
Not quite where I stood before.
