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.
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6 comments:
Sounds familiar. Loved it. Hugs.
@starry eyed: Thank you. Hugs right back:)
I can relate to this. Loved it. Hugs Dipali.
@Indian Home Maker: Hugs, my dear.
You'd think it gets better, right? I tell myself it will.
@Sue: It does get better, Sue, but then there are those times:(
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