These pictures were taken at the beginning and end of night.
And last night was laughably awful, with a metastatic tumour fracturing my right humerus. I can still function, with my right arm held hard to my side.
Everything has to be relearned as mirror image. But I look better in a mirror than in life, so it's all good.
I am still here, and grateful.
I look at what's in front of me,
and in a way don't want to start,
because the simple truth, you see
is my body's trying to break my heart
and drive me to a morphine-sleep,
and armchair and a half-read book,
and it's there it wants to keep
captive life that I in pain forsook,
but while at times I must give in,
and while at times I must retreat,
it's something that I can't let win,
for if I do then I will greet
a person whom I've always loathed,
a loser for whom hope has closed.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ABSENCE. Well, I'm here.
Absence from this, my own place
is inevitable fate,
but no offence unto God's grace,
I intend to make Him wait
as long as I possibly can,
tapping feet and looking bored
with this quite tiresome man
who will not turn and cut the cord
and be pulled up into the blue
by angels and by cheering saints,
but rather will stay stony-true
to a life of nopes and ain'ts
that grew in him, a tangled mess,
watered by his stubbornness.
Three minutes thirty, and maybe that's a bad sign...
And if this is it, let's go with Kenny Loggins
Sylvia prefers ice cream to drama.