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Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost......... I am helpless
It isn't my fault
It takes forever to find a way out. I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in this same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out


I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in.......it's a habit...but
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk round it I walk down another street
  • My friend Marion Spence gave me this poem
The Hospice by Victoria Foster

Here is a haven of calm
Away from the hub bub of life
Here people give their time
To take care of those leaving this life.

No one will ask you to leave
No one will stop you if you want to go
They are only here to comfort you
And ease your suffering and pain.

So take time to reflect on your life
Say goodbye to your family and friends
Make your peace with this world
For tomorrow may never come.


Odyssey by Molly Balfour
on my personal odyssey through cancer

I endeavour to be -

As strong as Atlas
Easily bearing my burden;
As brave as Perseus
Killing this snake-headed Medusa;
As heroic as Herakles
Overcoming all the challenges;
Finding my way through the twisting maze;
As energetic as Hermes
Out and about flying on winged heels;
As wise as Athena
Being both mindful and inventive;
Charmed by Orpheus
Letting sweet music kill care and heartache.
For I want to be
Like Aphrodite
Rising from the dark sea into the brightness.

15.11.06
Journey by Sandra Lovegrove

I do not quite remember how I got
My ticket for this route
Or found my narrow place in this compartment:
I must have been thinking other thoughts,
My mind elsewhere, when I took this line.
I must have been distracted:
How else could I have come this far
towards a place I do not wish to go?

I do not recognise the place names as they pass;
Strange animals and men in masks
Howl and whine round corners of the ugly stops,
Biting the air as I alight
And snap and snarl at my approach.

I do not have the clothes or wherewithal
For this windy destination,
But I do not know how I can now go back:
The ticket booths have closed,
No tariff is displayed
And I do not have the currency
To pay for my return.

The driver holds me ransom but will not say his price,
So as time advances I sit in here unwilling
As the stations pass faster and faster,
And the carriage rocks harder and harder,
Waiting for that station down the line
Where I do not want to go.


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