Parkinson's Movement

Circling

Circling

Where did all

my words go?

They use to

flow

so easily

from my pen,

filling up the

lonely

white pages

with the stories

of my life.

I still feel

the emotions,

and I know

the facts,

I see all

the pictures

in my mind.

These memories

are encased

in self doubt,

and I am

confused

at my loss of

perspective.

My world lay

scattered around,

I turn in circles

searching

for the moment

when the

unravelling

of my soul

began.

I want to

tidy up,

bring back

order.

The tightness

in my chest

eases just

a little,

I take a

deep breath,

diving back

in to retrieve

my heart.

I spot the

frayed endings,

the moment

in my life

when sickness

took hold

and changed

my karma

forever.

I twist the

torn endings

together.

I decide it's

not all that

defines me.

The words that

are so important

to me

just need to find

a new route

to the surface.

The pages wait

and my

excitement

builds.

Jupiterjane

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nice picture!

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Thanks!

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In one of his movies, John Wayne said to his companion as they were fleeing "don't look back, we're not going that way."

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The blank page stares at me with challenges unspoken

I may be empty now my but I am also unbroken

you paint with vibrancy and a poet's love of life

that inspires more than you know, ask my wife

Or better yet keep posting Jane

But don't look back, it's that Devil again

creeping around in my decaying brain

I lost my rhythm but not my rhyme

And I hope to do a lot better next time

Thanks Juppity jane

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I'm buying a brush let the world can be my canvas

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