At the moment there is a lot going on in my life – too much all at once for my liking, to be honest . A few definite big changes (never pleasant!) and a few possible big changes (not sure which is worse!)
I want to do my mini-series justice, so I am having a little interlude in until I’m able to give it my full attention and really do it justice.
So, in the mean time, here is a very apposite poem I wrote some time last year, in the midst of very big changes and an onslaught of anxiety.
Wave after Wave It's a lump in the throat, A concrete belly. A blanket of lead And legs like jelly. It's a pounding heart With missing beats A ragged breath And eyes that leak. It's a wide-awake nightmare An unborn cry It's sweaty palms, And a galloping mind. It's clenched fists It's a stumbled step And wave after wave After wave of dread
I’m busy holding on, and that’s good enough for me right now.