The heaviness of my head
And the pain in my joints as I wake
From my pill induced slumber tell me this
My eyes would not open on their own accord
Like rusted old shutters they would not budge
I had to prise them open them with what little
Strength I had left
Maybe I should blame it on the tears I’ve shed
For corroding them shut!
Or maybe they didn’t want to face the day
Maybe they knew it wasn’t going to be good!
And as I lie here with eyes now wide open
I look back on yesterday
Because it’s preferable to concentrating on the pain
This is all but now a memory
But I can recall that memory
Because I know
Yesterday was GOOD!
There were glimpses of my old self
A slight respite from the insanity
But today my old self well she has abandoned me
So today I will take each hour as it comes
I will try not to dwell on the fact
That today is not going to be good
I shall hold onto the dream
That my old self she might return
and hope that I don’t have to prise
My eyes wide open tomorrow !
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland