9 August 2012
A silent trap ensnared my life, my head felt pulverised, a stolen voice and lifeless limbs, left me perplexed and paralysed.
I sat in frightened endless wait confused and petrified. I could not shout nor dial for help I simply lay and cried.
I woke, still broke, to a familiar call, with sense and rhyme inverted. No indicators flashed this change, life's path strangely diverted.
But this was not a yellow wood, For I never had a choice. If I had, I'd have called their names, rather than mouth in silent voice.
They looked at me confused and shocked, a mother disconnected. No thoughts could escape this shell with mind still unaffected.
Shuttled there in flashing blue hospitalised intervention, with medicated urgency, testing a failing comprehension.
But I'd lain long in darkened time, and missed that magic hour, the minutes gone, forever, tick-tocked in rescinded valor.
My symmetry from right to left, had left muscle withered fading. I felt their gentle massaged touch, too late for caressed salvation.
I've seen their hurt at losing me or that part of me that mattered. My life has been frozen still, but theirs has sadly shattered
I lie here, long night and drawn out day, moving, unfortunately assisted, my internal struggle to communicate leaves doubts I once existed.
The years this stroke has stolen and drip-dried a mother's tear, has wounded deeply, this mortal coil, filled tomorrows with shades of fear.
A silent trap ensnared my life, no one could interfere, but when you visit, please talk to me, lest you forget, I'm still in here.
....dedicated to my wife's mother Frances, who had a stroke 3 years ago.
I'm Still In Here • Opuss № I