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Perhaps?

Three days after Ed left, I am going through the motions while I feel like life has crumbled around me. I want to be one of those women who rise up like a beautiful phoenix and say, “my life is better without you!” but I don’t lie easily. Continue reading

The Slender Thread of Hope

Messages of hope are always welcome, thanks to Anne for this inspirational one.

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The Past

It is April 2000. I am shuffling along the hallway on the 14th Floor of Mt. Sinai hospital in Toronto.  I am pushing my pain pump with my right hand and a pole, with a couple of bags of this and that hanging from it, with my left hand.  Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. I am in the South ward of the gastro intestinal surgical ward recovering from surgery for colorectal cancer. Others are recovering from surgery for Crohns or Ulcerative Colitis. We will be in the hospital for about 10 days after surgery. Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle.  I make it  to the North ward.  These patients are here for longer. A month. Maybe more, recovering from their surgeries. I get to the end of the hallway and ease myself down onto a chair. I congratulate myself for possibly having set a new speed record for the South  Ward to…

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A Fallen Poet

 

poets

fall

around us

their truth ground

in verses

voices resound

with pulsing memories

in notes shattered

scattered

ashes

the voice stays

in fringes

of subconscious

tomorrow’s waking

chords throb

lobed despair

in days disrepair

robbed

too soon

another

fallen

poet

 

 

7/20/2017

Sascha Darlington