Many Paths… Many Voices
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Just start! Put the marker on the page. Yes, my life has been a series of struggles. One thing after the next. I have written extensively about these events. Journals full of these stories… What would an unedited, untraumatized version of myself look like? Would I even recognise myself, know my own name? What is it that I dream for and about at this age and stage of life? It’s late afternoon.
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Emerge from the water
Droplets spraying
Sun shining
Brush off the water and worries
Expel the medical world
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Will I get to see my precious son alive?
Am I preparing for his first hello?
Or bracing for his final goodbye?
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To Luke
You were too young to understand
The world into which you were thrust
You were used to holding Mummy’s hand
And having her full attention
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3 days old
Monitors beeping
A rude intrusion
The backdrop to a cacophony of stimuli
Wires running
Ulraviolet light spilling
Syringes filling
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Is he dead or is he alive?
Will he make it through the night?
Listening, straining
Soft puffs of air breathing
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Sweat gleaming, glistening
Panting
Bending over
Struggling for breath
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I’m a little scared to visit, Mama,
‘Cause I’m not sure who I’ll find;
A face that has a ‘knowing look’,
Or a lost and puzzled mind.
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Let me take you by the hand,
Feel my touch and understand,
That I will never let you go,
While you peacefully slumber so.
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Coming ready or not, you call,
And I scramble one last time,
To find a dark secluded spot,
That I can claim as mine.
