11 Jan 2017

Reality Check (extended version of my poem 'A New Reality')


Where is she,
the me I used to be?
Fading, shredding, wafting free
in ragged pieces, desperately
spinning, shrinking, hard to see.
Pretending, as things become less clear,
that nothing's wrong, I am still here.


Inside I sigh
and tell physicians passing by 
I'm not the same, although I try,
I'm crawling where I used to fly.
Harsh truth is better than a lie -
few treatment options for a brain,
Just wish I could be me again.

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