Survive, Again

I’m here, in my writers room

Secure in this single cocoon

But my active mind’s wondering

And dreams of freely wandering

 

Be patient I am told

Remember those bad days of old

When your body turned cold

Dead from a worldly mould

 

You’re to be a good patient again

Remember those months of pain

When clots and spots invaded your brain

And how you survived, to see your spirit reign

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2020