Barbara sometimes we need something solid/tangible to anchor our dreams in reality. I so nearly didn’t add the Boots poem as I thought it was just me being silly. Thank you for you kind words and sharing your story.
In-fact I really very nearly didn’t enter any of them but I had a gentle push from a certain Doctor. I will let you into a secret…. I also wrote the poem for Sever ME Day (below) that you may have read on the Facebook page. I don’t mind anyone on here knowing I use an alias FB.
I wake up from a nightmare, to find reality is worse.
I am riddled with this illness, like some medieval curse.
Yet I’m certain it was yesterday that I was full of vigour?
And my mind slips into overdrive, this mystery to figure.
The truth as a companion sings a deathly serenade,
Again, I find I’m all alone in darkness and afraid.
If only I was free to rise and I could just take fight,
But I’m fastened to this illness like I’m shackled to the night.
The irony; if I could run, is that I would be well
I would not have the need to flee and break the chains of hell.