so cold in this calm room,
quietly desperate
the arse-end of a turmoil
leaves you with not much to say
and yet everything to tell

yes, days are getting brighter,
and yes,
I understand now and I feel now
and touch has become bearable,
the thought of skin no longer a threat

but still
come night and unpressed piano keys
humming with expectations
in the quiet I hear the echo
of my past pain,
sitting in the same spot
reminding me that life throws curve balls
and does not pull its shots.

June ’10


1 Response to “reminder”

  1. 1 anjaliwrites June 19, 2010 at 1:24 pm

    Hi Bec

    Loved this one…esp ‘that life throws curve balls
    and does not pull its shots.’ Terrific !

    Keep writing.

    Warmest regards


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