A Sonnet
Unblinking eyes set in a face of stone, Unbending limbs disposed to rigid stride, The dull fatigue that claims you for its own,
The terrifying juddering deep inside.
A brain that simply will not synchronise,
With heart or voice or senses to explain, That life's receding fast before your eyes, And solace must be sought to ease the pain.
But let the hurt and anguish float away, And bring the cleansing light into your core, Then o'er your body you'll again hold sway, And life will start to mean a great deal more.
Your fractured inner-self will be made whole, And joy will penetrate your aching soul.
Maggie Smart
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