Continuing my testimony of transformation, hope and healing from earlier post.
“You must have shadow and light source both,
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.”
Before I can begin my story proper I should fill in some of my back story
I promise not to linger here any longer than necessary;
just enough to set the scene in preparation for the extraordinary,
light of healing.
which with other symptoms, signified
seemed to increase the scorching irritation of my skin;
my fear of Miss Prothereoe it forever eased.
Forming a background to everything else was my mother's distress.
I do know how the subsequent years were marked with frequent illness.
For me it as no joke to miss week after week of school,
returning to find the intensive grammar school programme had moved on so fast
I was forever scrabbling to catch up.
As hard as that was,
harder still was the constant sense of isolation when
on each return
hard won friendships were
lost to newly formed cliques.
The desperate exhaustion, and painful joints
which had become part of my life
when I was sixteen.
two bed bound years.
be deemed enough to combat the infection,
is the most scary and depressing thing of all.
my heart was racing so hard
To be continued