This could be a serious one so skip if you’re wanting happy thoughts.


I’m ruminating, rather like a cow
It is
That illness makes you insular
Inwards looking
You’d think you’d be the opposite
Push it away
Run far away
And yet your focus drags back
To your back
Or your feet
Or your mind.
No wonder carers get fed up
They see you closing
And try to shake
Try to wake
The person that they know
That they care for.
They didn’t sign up to service a black hole
Sucking in energy
Sucking in time.
They want the old person back
The one with horizons and hope.
I want that too
More than you’ll know
I slip into selfishness
Can’t kick to get out.
Give me your hand
And give me a shove
A tug from the dark
Now that is real love



  1. Marie says:

    Amazing!!! It strikes such a cord with me!


    1. stitch this says:

      Thankyou so much


  2. Zalamanda says:

    A certain amount of familiarity here, too. Very eloquently put.


    1. stitch this says:

      Thanks! I was looking at the painting you did today and wondering how you were…


      1. Zalamanda says:

        Not too bad, thank you. Apart from that ridiculous insect bite making my foot swell up :-S
        I have been able to indulge in a little insularity this past week as the children have been staying with their grandparents. It does often seem as if there isn’t enough of me to go around. But, then, I will insist on trying to do everything!


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