SLEEP

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SLEEP

IN SLEEP SHE HOLDS MY HAND,

AND IT IS ALL THE HANDS I HAVE EVER HELD

IT IS MY GRANDMOTHER’S HAND AS WE LEAVE THE BUS,

IT IS THE HAND OF MY MOTHER CROSSING THE ROAD,

IT IS MY DAUGHTER’S HAND AS WE RACE TO THE BEACH,

IT IS MY GRANDDAUGHTER’S HAND AS SHE TOTTERS HER FIRST STEPS…

IT IS MY LOVER’S HAND AS WE WALK THROUGH THE WOODS…

IT IS THE HAND OF LOVE GIVING ME RESPITE,

FROM THE HORROR ON CONSCIOUS THOUGHT.

 

AND WHEN I AWAKE I AM SMILING,

UNTIL I REALISE THAT MY HAND IS NOT IN HERS

MY HAND HAS GRASPED A HANDFUL OF PILLOW…

AND THERE IS NO RESPITE IN REALITY…

BUT THE FLAME OF HOPE IS ENTICING,

HOPE IS A SEARING CAUTERISATION

OF THE MISERY OF DESPAIR.

 

DALE’M’

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