This Fence

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 22 — Vulnerable

Posted by calensariel . https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2018/06/25/out-of-control/

I wrote this poem at the most Vulnerable time in my life, I was recovering from a semi serious Stroke, at a time when I was still caring for my very disabled wife, suffering from severe MS, and I was wondering how could I continue on with my life. Well, I suppose I survived, as here I am, telling my story.

This Fence

I am quickly nearing this fence.
An obstacle of a lifetime I see.
And from my side of this fence,
The hurdle is too high for me.
And on the other side of this fence,
There seems nowhere to land or flee.

I have arrived at this fence,
Above the pickets, just grey sky.
And on my side of this fence,
The grass is brown and dry.
On the other side of this fence,
The grass is green, but still I cry.
How am I to clear this fence,
There seems nowhere to go, or get by.

This fence, all built of stones,
Breaks my spirit, and all my bones.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018