she treasures
those precious moments
in the peace and quiet of the early hours
it's her time to dream
his demons are growing stronger
the raging becoming unbearable
harder to quell
meds not working
all she can do
is breathe in the sea
fill her eyes with blue
fill her ears with the wind
pack her mind with beauty
and escape through her pen
Midweek Motif - Poets United
At least she has an escape. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteThat is so much opportunity, this "all she can do," this caring for self and grounding in beauty. I believe that under the dementia, a person survives and I hope peace thrives.
ReplyDeleteall she can do is revive herself...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes, that happens for me too, sometimes. Through the pen I would achieve peace as I've done so before. Great write!
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautifully written, powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteOh and how wise she is, to know how to do this. A wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteNature is her antidote.
ReplyDeletewow that last stanza of the escape is beautiful
ReplyDelete'and escape through her pen' ~ shivers ~ an impactful, indelible line of poetry ... haunting ... that's going to stick with me.
ReplyDeleteWriting goes quite a ways to temper real life demons. Beautiful, Rall.
ReplyDeleteHowdy! Do you use Twitter? I'd like to follow you if that would be okay.
ReplyDeleteI'm definitely enjoying your blog and look forward to new posts.
Writing helps me I know that. What's sad that peace, like happiness, never lasts.
ReplyDeleteIn the end maybe all we will have left is our own poems to self. Nature can without a doubt help us.
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