Ramblings of a Northern Girl - PD in Poetry 2023 - Week 3 - Misplaced
- Annie Booth
- Jan 22, 2023
- 1 min read
Unexpectedly, I hit an invisible wall fortified by PD this week.
Flailing tremors overtaking the every day simple tasks.
Drugs all but useless in calming the agitated waves.
Sunshine absent from the dependable daily moments of bliss.
This is not the me I want to be,
This anxious, doubting version of myself
That typically and habitually chooses life over apathy,
Repetitive strength over vulnerable frailty.
As sure as the sleepless, dark night begins its assault
I know that this too shall pass.
The safe bet of the emerging sunlight
Creeps its hopeful way into my world.
All that you thought lost, merely temporarily misplaced,
Revived and reclaimed in the half light of the morning.
I think I hit that wall this week too, well done, you describe it so eloquently
Unexpectedly - that's the key word. Its the unpredictability that frustrates me. It makes planning so difficult. Nicely captured