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The Healing

When life is like an express train, there's no-one else to take the strain
There is no time to eat a meal for running round the hamster wheel
Requests so numerous and vast, each one more urgent than the last
Impossible to meet demand. Where are those promised helping hands?
Questions, more questions as I turn, so candles at both ends I burn
My all consuming working 'wife' is gnawing through my threads of life
Intruding now on sleepless nights, still I push on with all my might
'Till personal life does not exist, for targets set must not be missed
Suddenly I cannot stand I'm a new still quiet land
No phones ring, no person speaks, clocks tick away the days the weeks
In sacred blissful silentness, where all now matters less and less
Birds search out provided fare, as I look on in empty stare
Unable to do simple tasks, I do not answer when I'm asked
Flows of tears they just won't stop, tracing each other's line they drop
Each still and silent salty flow, etching a sadness I now know
Then slowly, touching hands of love, rescue my soul, like winged dove
A new awakening I find, tender caresses, sweet and kind
I walk my now protected space with life and work in rightful place
When life is like an express train GET OFF
That way lies only pain


(The Healing first appeared in Issue Four of the Literary Proposition magazine.)