So elated when pain abated - migraine making my <br />eyeballs pop as if starting from their sockets, had <br />to lie down after one bite into a honey glazed fatty <br />rasher endowing me with a fibreglass spine <br /> <br />No help in reading - no inspiration in images or <br />thoughts, seeking a space to park my mind - I <br />cannot change my mental station to the right <br />frequency, stuck on infamous planet survival <br /> <br />Where joy must be derived from the mere fact of <br />existence - I prefer being happy to existing like a <br />vegetable - but tonight I’m a small piece of <br />mineral without the requisite magic <br /> <br />No visions and dreams to redeem my ideas, to <br />make my brain secrete serotonin or more up- <br />lifting compounds – here I am, sitting up-right, <br />bored with TV and breathing alike <br /> <br />Every cell is alive - seers claim; every wish for <br />improvement is answered - Elias, the latest in <br />my spiritual pantheon, says I am blocking well- <br />being that would have been - if only I were <br /> <br />More trusting and sociable; if it means wandering <br />though social chat-rooms exchanging opinions, I <br />might as well wander with the Israelites through <br />the desert after their escape from Egypt: <br /> <br />Will I ever get there? /><br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-ever-get-there/
