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Jan 2011
The beast has taken hold, making its presence felt
twisting a different journey to the one I had imagined.
I had hope, hope that we could drink coffee in the park, have family dinners, take a short walk to a bench, just sit there and enjoy the day, the birds singing, the people passing; the sun beaming down on our faces, but the beast fooled me.
Made me think for a quick second these were possibilities,
how wrong.
Instead it leaves us with moments by the bedside
I bring the outside in by supplying flowers,
bring you lavender to put under your pillow,
I have to bring those moments to you.
We share conversations that go nowhere, you struggle with the words,
I see frustration in your eyes, the beast again making it’s presence felt.
Oh how I love you, it hurts so much but yet I am too at the beast’s mercy,
it dictates what happens next,
we just go along with the ride,
helpless and knowing the journey takes us to one inevitable place.
Written by
Petra Smith
510
   Gabriel
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