Sad News…

Sad News…

You may have noticed that we have been among the missing for a few days.

Well, it’s not my fault or the weather. Since my last post on the joys of getting outside at last, and all the gardening I hoped to do, the weather has been terrible. Torrential rain, terrifying winds and freezing temperatures have left us all reeling and wondering what next.

What did happen next had me exercising my God-given right to slope off with a serious case of the miseries. Not something I usually approve of, but soldiering on, trying to ignore what was happening, suddenly wasn’t working for me anymore.

The basic reason for all of this has been my increasing inability to do even the simplest of jobs, including walking. Not to mention the depression of being unable to write for the first time in years…

After a lifetime of health troubles, I had begun to think that this last stage of my life would be a simple slowing down, that demon fate had finally run out of surprises for me. I don’t know why I thought that really, as what has been happening to Anita these last three years should decry that notion.

It seems I am way off the mark, for the breathlessness and the new pain in my joints have increased way past simple arthritis. I can no longer walk any distance; even cooking a meal is a nightmare. I have acquired the nickname, Quasimodo, for I must serve the meal hunched over, the pain preventing me from standing upright.

After dragging myself out of bed in the early hours to fetch pain relief yet again, I went back to bed and found myself weeping from the frustration. That was when I knew I had a problem, one I couldn’t ignore any more.

I telephoned my doctor, expecting to wait several days for an appointment, but after explaining, I was told to turn up for an emergency blood test. I have an appointment to discuss the results on Tuesday. At the very least, I should get better pain relief.

All of this is nothing new for me, and years ago I would have taken it all in my stride. These days, I just want a quiet (pain-free if possible) life where I can write, blog and garden to my heart’s content and be able to care for my sister…

Can You Hear Her… #Poetry

Can you hear her crying late at night?
Over the loud music, I hear her tears
You and I watch as she carries her pain
Nothing we do can change the beat of time
Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears
Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat
Over the river, sits the King on his throne
Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears
Evening starlight removes her pain
Never again, would her tears last through the night…

©AnitaDawes2022

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 558 ~ #Poetry

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Some fierce and painful words this week…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #349 #Poetry

Natalia Drepina

A beautiful young girl
Her life snatched back
from the dark scars on her wrists
Time changed the moments she has now
Remembering family, a son
Now she is held by foolish hands
That cannot understand
Her longing to go back to the right time
Pretty lace cannot hide the dark moments here
They hurt like marbles on cobbled stone
They echo of home, each echoed sound
A sharp remembered pain
She knows only one way to stop the echoes
She must go back…

© Anita Dawes 2021