Light in the Dark


Ominous clouds
Have taken over my disposition
They carry me to the wall.
There, I face myself,
Dark, severe
and unrelenting;
A stranger to love,
caring and understanding;
Stained streaked tears
Alone in my pain,
Straining to comprehend
What needs changing.
Is it me, is it him,
Is it us, circumstances,
Dementia that stands between us
Tormenting illness trying my patience;
Is it the usual aggressiveness that
Has gotten me cornered
Without an issue to retreat to;
Reached my threshold today;
This too shall heal
Into a new dawn.

Hélène Vaillant©



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