Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher
it’s been a hard year,
people around me dropping
like so many flies…
1.
Big Bus belches, groans,
it lumbers down Pacific
fast. It goes somewhere.
2.
I need a shower.
I smell of desperation.
Can’t get out of bed.
3.
My back is aching.
Hot & cold packs alternate.
No relief in sight.
4.
Is it a virus?
Enough antibiotics
can kill anything.
5.
If matter cannot
be destroyed or created
will we reconnect?
6.
I have a fever.
My skin is clammy & hot.
You’re not here to help.
7.
If acceptance is
key to integration, then
can I sleep at night?
8.
I ask for a sign,
just something small, no big whoop,
so I can move on.
9.
The pills are working.
The pain a dull ache inside.
How long till its back?
10.
If energy can’t
be created nor destroyed,
are you still out there?
it’s been a hard year,
people around me dropping
like so many flies…
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Alexis, you hit a pulse of pain that people are experiencing everywhere, so deeply & simply, in a profound way. Thank you for your insight & raw emotion. LK
Alexis, so few words to say so much about the pain and sorrow we carry in this life. Yet, you endure, ever the surviver, the thriver. The words spewing from you are a balm for your soul, my soul, the souls of all of us in pain. Word by word, we are healed. Thank you for all the creative spirit you bring to this world.
Love you,
Roz
Alexis, you said the words that my body feels. The hot and cold ice packs, the pain, all the frustration that so many of us with chronic illness live with.
Thank you for bringing beautiful words to what most people cannot articulate.
“if energy can’t be created or destroyed…..” like finding a rare jewel, this poem. you are a dam good writer and a wonderful woman!
So many nice things said here……I love the snap.. Shooting into the sun is like a blind man reading a newspaper over your shoulder…
You have much to be blessed for me tinks!!!
Alexis once again you conjure the feelings that those of us who have lost someone and those of us with chronic pain endure with simple words that strike to the heart of it.
thanks yet again
Oh, dear one! The ache of your verse is like a wreath of thorns close and hard against my heart. But I know this is an act of purging, not surrender.
Yet another reminder that we must “carpe diem” each minute of each hour of each day. Thank you for digging deep!
only you of those i know can read my heart so….
Hello Alexis,
I was wondering when you’d finally write about Josh. I hope there’s more to come.
Whew! This one hurts deep. “…. are you still out there?” Yes, Alexis, yes.
Haiku is such a wnderful form to convey the essence of pain. It begins, peaks, and then is briefly over. Oh yes, it can easily start again, but then that is material for the next Haiku.
Lex,
With all that has happened this year, you have captured my feelings arranging them in such a beautiful way…. Thank you for that 1…….