The shock of injuries is often so devastating, that the stage of denial can last for life. There is hope, though: loss has four stages, the last one is acceptance.
Really well penned, Charles, it captures the raw pain of loss.
This feels connected to yesterday’s poem, from empty bed to empty wheelchair, with the subjects forgetting something important in their lives… but the subject in this one comes around to noticing it, with astonishment.
Sadly, some can repeat that scenario too often.
Waking from a dream in which you ran and flew.
this takes me along two paths..one where she is confused, the other where she died and looks back..either way, it creates strong images
The shock of injuries is often so devastating, that the stage of denial can last for life. There is hope, though: loss has four stages, the last one is acceptance.
Really well penned, Charles, it captures the raw pain of loss.
The blissful moment between awakening and reality…
Memories linger.
This feels connected to yesterday’s poem, from empty bed to empty wheelchair, with the subjects forgetting something important in their lives… but the subject in this one comes around to noticing it, with astonishment.
a prospective I’m sure is repeated many times, daily.
Man, what a wet blanket to wake up to. Then again, it could be worse —
what a nightmarish awakening!
Ouch! :-(
this hit close to home… my grandad just had a fall (aged 93), and may not walk again.