In 2009 I slipped on ice in my back garden.  My legs must have flipped up as I became horizontal and landed flat on my back.  At the time it was as if it was happening in slow motion, I recall suddenly looking up at the clouds – seemingly in a lying down position – and wondering what was happening.  Then there was a hard thud as the back of my head hit the ground.  The end result was post concussion syndrome which resulted in extreme anxiety followed by depression.  This poem was written at that time.

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TIME TO PLAY

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Sitting here the thoughts surround me

Memories I have for sure

Dragging me along the pathway

Thinking that there is no cure

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Draining troughs of useless power

Taking all I have to give

Wish that I could be away now

Heal the hurt that’s like a sieve

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Letting all the goodness leave me

Giving me a woolly head

Save me from this awful feeling

Keeping me still in my bed

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Let the waves of colour surface

Brighten up the newborn day

Fill me with a breath of gladness

So that I may find my way

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Life is like a roller coaster

Scared is what I have become

Spread my wings and take me forward

Lift this life so wearysome

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Help me see that there are rainbows

Spread with dreams along the way

There is love and laughter waiting

Sitting there amongst the hay