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April National Poetry Month – Day Three – A Lady in Bed

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I turn away from these grey windows

I fold these walls down around me

To wrap myself with all that I can

My mother’s quilts and electric heating pads

Sheets upon sheets

Hiding in a pile of pillows

To feel any warmth that I can

Wishing for relief and healing

What would I do without these walls?

Left to the elements of this world

Face down in the mud

With bombs exploding next door

Mercy . . .

Do I even think of them?

And I here in pain

I turn away from this world

Just to find time to protect myself

I turn away from these rain filled days

These grey grey windows of mine!

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