.
First the blow, then the huddle.
Wrap up, fold up, tight away
from the fray you hunker down,
productive till wakefulness
comes, zest revived, able to
discover anew a lust
for life, for love…
Wait. No. Perhaps not that
but life at least is good enough.
The sky looks beautiful today
cat antics make you smile
dashing beneath the bed covers
telling tail poking out and
doesn’t food taste good today?
Music soothes the soul.
Forwards.
Onwards.
Not back there, where hurt lurks
and familiarity breeds its contempt like
rabbits on heat or flies in summer or
festering black mould that can’t be
shifted no matter how you scrub
and bleach and think it gone.
It always creeps back
once it has a hold
You should know that by now.
Relax
It’s okay
The worst is past.
~ Sandie Zand, January 2019
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