Decompressing.

When my medication evens out and my thoughts have returned clear
When the daily minute aggravations from your presence disappear
When you’re away and I am home with rabbits to care and feed
There is a space to contemplate what my heart can bear and need

I’m still alive after everything and forty odd years of life
Of seeming to struggle the whole time through, few moments without strife
I’ve always tried to improve my lot, with limited understanding sometimes
Now I’m getting back on track and getting my poetry back into rhymes

(26-30 November 2014)

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