Have I been careless with my life?
There were no takers to give me an answer
It would seem I have to stay in this place.
I thought of my family and knew my life matters
I continued walking, hope high
tree branches slapping my face.
Pushing my way towards the light
I can hear machines popping beside my ear
A nurse stood at the foot of my bed
Holding a chart. I am done for, I thought
Stuck on this weird blue planet
With no birdsong, no sight of people
No traffic outside my window
I felt like a flat pancake against the sheets
All the air taken from my body
I awoke to the gentle slapping of my mother’s hand
Against my cheek. ‘Your alarm has gone off,
you were dreaming sweetheart,
I have made egg on toast for breakfast.’
Thank God for mum
I might have to stay in this strange world
Where I don’t belong…
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