Leura Log Cabin

[Part 1 - Day 1] Oh what my wearying world has wrought... Mind and soul and body aged - broken before my time. How many burdens can I carry? Crosses can I bear? The decade passed drew like a rasp, as slivers of my outer skin dissolved. Those strands and pieces can't protect me now... From family: progeny, severing spouse; Autism, ADHD - exposed now for all to see. I am not the shell of who I was - I have lost my shell! How do I look? Do I like what I see? Can I recognise the core of me? At 45 I still survive and see the world through similar eyes, though not the same. My naive, cock sure, dashing traits are gone. But those are not the ones I miss. Can I retrieve with this reprieve a semblance of my former self, Capacity to match compassion? Energy for empathy? I sit in Leura Log Cabin, before a hearth, upon a couch, And write my first free verse and worry, Will this respite be enough? [Part 2 - Day 2] 12 hrs in bed, coffee, fire, eggs and bread... A tingle of hope; slight drop in anxiety. Desire to mope? Rejoin society? Too soon to say, but for now I know, that Leura has calmed me, part of the way! [Part 3 - Day 4] Tomorrow I leave, but it is not relief I feel. Laura has indeed relieved some misery, But relief to leave? No way! I want to stay!!! Perhaps you've guessed, I was a mess, So thank you Leura, for my rest.