POETRY / HEALTH AND WELL-BEING/ WORK

Immersed

Reflecting on the current moment through an early-morning etheree poem series…

Photo by Nate Neelson on Unsplash

I’m
immersed
in quicksand,
gasping for air —
quite literally!
The quagmire of travail
drags me down and smothers me.
Working hard but to no avail,
I feel as though I am drowning deep,
Trapped in a bog from which there’s no release.

And yet there are actually good things, too —
If only I had time to savour!
I have at last had the all-clear,
my biopsy cancer-free 😀
Yet back in hospital
just a week ago,
body in stress
much distressed.
Scary
time.

Rise
each day
and shuffle
down corridor
to more of the same:
another day sat there
rarely changing positions.
I must look like I’m a statue:
With the lack of physical movement,
my extremities are solid enough!