Monday, February 6, 2012

Unbidden

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.

6 comments:

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

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

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  3. @Indian Home Maker: Hugs, my dear.

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

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

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