Still
So long, so many weeks
And the pain stays and does not disappear
Every time I think it times to go forward,
Take the hip take it off and start a new one
Something new comes up and I am at the beginning again
At one time does one end it all when does that make sense
I am not sure anymore, but I am deeply tired
The weather is hot the sky turns cold at night
My hip throbs and stings
And even my doctor grows tired.
Yet the sky is a azure blue
The black squirrels whisper
My dog watches me every moment
And the doors sway in light wind
Life alive
Still
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2022
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