Truth Be Told (Poem)

Events have produced

A perfect concatenation of discomfort.

My body is now aswirl with wild radiating pain

From the mundane acts of attempting to rise

Or taking a breath.

My mind is filled with heated clouds and seizured fancies

With little accompanying surcease or rest.

Yet I do not suffer overmuch.

The foreknowledge of falls, fevers, and failing health

Has been a gift granted to me since a child.

Unsure if these would be my lot

Or if I would struck down by a sudden catastrophic blow,

I did not anticipate reaching this age.

Belying my private expectations, I have done so.

The structures of wonder and appreciation

I endeavored to build even so shelter me now.

And I remember that yesterday you took my hand.

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2 responses to “Truth Be Told (Poem)”

  1. Bunny Medeiros Avatar
    Bunny Medeiros

    Beautifully expressed. Yes, you are surrounded by love today.

  2. andifnotnowblog Avatar

    Thank you. I am grateful for this.

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