The lemon-meringue for Tiaan’s birthday is taking <br />its toll, headache, chemical depression, I’m trying <br />to be brave but finally give in to misery, resorting <br />to tears, eyes going out of focus – not a word of <br />complaint while weathering the storm, <br />pain alienates me from everybody <br /> <br />Wrong time to reread ‘Love of Seven Dolls’ by <br />Paul Gallico, wrong time to read about Mouche’s <br />fight to stay alive while my head is burning, wrong <br />time to concentrate as a feverish heat wave and <br />stomach-ache make me feel dizzy - I promised <br />my friend I would not withdraw into fantasy <br /> <br />I play at being an author planning the intrigue that <br />will allow my characters to solve the problem of <br />isolation while I am isolated within my own head, <br />unable to communicate, words on paper my only <br />release, speaking as expression impossible - <br />the ultimate relief - tears - while sitting here….<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ultimate-relief-rev/
