In this second of a two-part poetic series, ‘My greatest Christmas fear’ talks about the magic being lost as people drift apart.
Poetry
This is the first of a two-part ‘Empty chairs: Christmas in isolation‘ series. You can…
I inject Humira on Sunday’s,Replaced Methotrexate on Friday’s.Meloxicam, gabapentin and sulfasalazine,These are a few of…
I wrote this song on my dog walk. Apologies, for it’s quite dark. It’s not a cry for help. It’s not for sympathy. It’s an account of a situation. An outlet. ‘Awareness Art’. Perhaps I’ll perform it for you one day.
My body was a land, once proud.Now but a weathered cliff,Eroded by time’s passing hand….
When families reunite, in gardens with beer and cheer,I will still be listening. When neighbours…
Whisper it like I almost don’t believe,But today, when I woke, I was virtually pain-free!…
A poem about how physical disability impacts you reaching your goals.
