Distant whispers of pain

Your works remind me of my own travails recovering from a serious head injury that left me with stroke symptoms, including an inability to speak clearly, to frame sentences (both oral and in writing), and a frustrating tendency for my eyes to cross involuntarily. The emergency hospital's machineries came up negative, but it was obvious I had sustained injury, so they sent me home to spend the night alone (my wife was on an Australian jaunt at the time) with instructions to recruit a friend to call me every hour or two all night long. It was enough for survival. The row I've hoed since then has been exhaustively long; and though residuals still linger, I am where I am due to my own wisely designed therapies. Including my most recent: the writing of verse. I see the healing nature of your works. I encourage you to keep on writing. Until your subject dries up. The other side is the other side. You will (emphasize will) recognize it when you get there. And of course getting there is just another stage. Life is process, not arrival. Sorry for the long comment. Warm regards, Chuck

For the sun to shine once again For hope to reveal itself For the relief from the anger and the pain To be left behind on the shelf This speaks volumes about your strength of character and they way you are detrmined to leave the pain caused by others behind you. brilliant. I like the way you have directed this in the first person too - again it show strength and the ability to face those who have hurt you face to face. There is some lovely imagery here Until then the distant whisper of anger and the whole piece flows beautifully with some very plain but cleverly written language use. Well done!

..but a good poem. I feel your angst, it penatrates through the page. Soon, "hope WILL reveal itself". Doc.