Memories

I remember your skin.I remember touching your face.I remember lying beside you, watching your face as you sleep. Your eyes closed peaceful and happy.

I remember waking up. My arms wrapped around you. You would nuzzle close. Wrap your breasts with my arms and let your skin absorb the memory.

Making love, dreaming.

Hopeless

Hopeless

I feel so alone. Empty. Lost. Sinking in my putrid uselessness.
Is there no one who can save me? They all drift by, just staring and bored.
Hope seems to evade me. Hiding in shame.

You come here to work.
You come for yourself.
Deceit and selfishness are cloaked by your name.
Carer.

It's like a toothache. You can't escape the constant reminder of your loss. You have to be busy with an objective, a goal. This replaces the opportunities to think about your problems and forces you to concentrate on work.

Living a disabled life is like walking across a never ending dessert. You can't stand still, it's a constant battle and there's little sign or hope of relief.

On this journey you meet many. Some will walk with you and keep you going most will be distracted and leave, despite promises. The traveller has to keep walking. The choices are limited and pleasures few. Hope, faith and love are your true friends. Never rob or deny another any of these.