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:

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:(