I am not quiet inside
There are hints of fear
Emotional bits letting me know
I am not in control
I know the feeling will pass
The hints will quiet
The bits will dissolve
I know the sun will rise
There are boils on my left thumb
They extend down my left wrist
They too will dissolve
Countless memories of hives
I dreamt last night
Of the big house with rooms not used
Of water leaks and mountain views
I dreamt of the auditorium
Five pianos and an organ
Furniture old and dusty
Crowded into every corner
We never did tour the bathrooms
My body ages and carries more weight
Exercise is no longer my lifestyle
Dramatic changes are on the horizon
Sometimes I miss Facebook
carol welch
october 31, 2010
