Monday, February 6, 2012


Memories like sledge hammers
assail me out of the blue
A short drive home
from a familiar
pot-holed lane
evokes pain that leaves me
gasping for breath

It washes over me,
and passes
leaving me drained,
aware that it can
strike at will.


starry eyed said...

Sounds familiar. Loved it. Hugs.

dipali said...

@starry eyed: Thank you. Hugs right back:)

Indian Home Maker said...

I can relate to this. Loved it. Hugs Dipali.

dipali said...

@Indian Home Maker: Hugs, my dear.

Sue said...

You'd think it gets better, right? I tell myself it will.

dipali said...

@Sue: It does get better, Sue, but then there are those times:(