Sunday, 13 November 2016

The room closed for 30 years is open…..

Stepping out, I should rejoice
but sky shouts so much noise
rebounding off surfaces sharp and hollow
not like my dream this tomorrow.

Part of me wants the room I know
another part just wants to go
into the car her arms take me
on route my legs betray me.

Blues, greens,
yellow sirens,
flashing flashing never stopping.
My god! my ears are popping.
My brain’s flooded by colours -
I thought the world was duller.

Inside the car I hug its surface,
Have courage. Remember purpose.
A life never the same again
Remember I want to feel the rain.

© Sheila Ash, 2016
posted 13th November 2016

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