Friday, 8 February 2013

Day 1

Day 1 of my solitude
and despite the yelling and manic babble of the kids at play next door,
I feel serene. 
I feel my mind, my thoughts, imagination re-emerge. 
I thought they were lost forever. 
The war has stopped, the ceasefire called,
I’m back. 
That was so easy. 
Is that all I need – to be alone? 
To live alone?  To abandon my family to be sane?

I can see he is struggling. 
We are all struggling. 
Perhaps we all need to be alone.
I remember the haven he was –
that we provided for each other
but now it’s a prison –
a bitter twisted thing
that might be too twisted to unwind.

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