September 2017
A reflection of recovery from a spell in a hospital neurology ward
Call it a hill,
you don’t want to climb
you just have to.
that hillface is sharp and craggy
and good heavens – is it steep
but there’s no escaping it
those pesky birds
with their sharpened beaks
enough to make you stop
but what lies at the top
of this mountainous climb
beats diamonds, silver or gold
You’re climbing a mountain
without moving from your bed
The prize ? Those first few steps forward
Another Thought on my TBI : Broken Biscuits & Jigsaw Puzzles
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