When life stands still and all around
time ticks away its beat;
air thick to breathe, yet every sense
is heightened to its peak.My heart it pounds a quickened pace,
my mind is buzzing fast,
but all the while, I’m looking at
the world through frosted glass.And I become observer in
the life that was once mine
as normal things continue on
the outside, slowing time.It’s hard to move, my limbs weighed down
as shock attacks within.
My days are blurred – reality
is starting to sink in.And all that seemed important is
so cruelly swept away.
The little things are nothing as
big drama drowns my day.I’m blinkered to the world around;
my whole life’s put on hold
I’m willing he’ll recover – it’s
my only pot of gold.And when he’s home, relief invades:
the tears, uplifting joy.
Restored from pale and listless to
my rough and tumble boy.
© Nicky Clifford, 2016