rotted by toxins
the branch broke.
I would not have believed
that all these years of ache and tears
could be so briskly whisked away
by the last straw,
leaves no pain.
I haven’t posted here since the first of January; my depression has been so severe that I didn’t feel able to write. Suddenly, big changes have come into force. This post is to reassure you that I’m still breathing, and the air is clean.
©Jane Paterson Basil