Month: October 2011
My Illness A Sinister Masquerade Ball
When have had I this cooling invite,
From your calming ripples in calm moonlight?
And what would it take my standing last night,
To glide into your depths like a bird of night?
Standing alone by the edge of your shore,
Feeling the weight of my forty year war.
Thinking ‘My God, I’ve been here before.
What the hell am I struggling and fighting for?’
Storm clouds in my mind were amassed.
Their arrival came hurricane fast.
I didn’t want to hold out until the last ,
Could cope no longer with the dead hand of my past.
My illness a sinister masquerade ball,
Where death waits in the wings final curtain call.
Last night I was saved by a quick curve ball.
Yet I know my life depends on the next squall.
Copyright: Dawn Willis 20/10/2011