Twilight and I am nestled up the corner
in my generous chair
completely holding my rounded form
like a mother holds her baby so tenderly.
“I am not ready for winter”
I mewled in my little mind
as the street light simmered its nauseous amber
and the fire waited to be warmed up
by matches, paper and crackling kindling.
My thoughts are flitting and monkey like
as my body, a little anxious,
wants to dart back and forth
tidying, cleaning, packing for my trip….
my trip…… my journey to foreign parts
where one goes to support an only child
through major surgery.
This is not easy and yet,
tears just will not break through the torrid barrier
of respectablity, capability, politeness,
I actually want to scream –
I want to scream a viscious and vile scream.
It is not about being a victim
or the noxious stuff
which negativity is made of.
It is about
the incredulity of yet another wretched
entanglement of Life and Living’s experiences…..
I can accept AND I can rage…
Do not come to my door
attempting to stop my voice or hers….
the voluble need of anyone who is in pain.
Join with us and scream
that it may turn to laughter
as the truthfulness of all things
falls into place.