I cling onto life, holding onto the tiny things
that make each day bearable.
A child’s smile, a small, warm hand in mine.
The air that chases away the pain
on hilltops and woodland paths.
The gust of wind that frees my hair from its braid
and shows me that life is unrelenting –
but fun, if you can only look at it right.
A bench from where all my life
can be assessed, dissected
A canine companion
that runs ahead then stops
to check I am still there.
A freedom that builds up hope,
renews faith and succours the spirit.
Without this I would be lost.
World weariness drags me down
and threatens to engulf me.
I claw wildly for some place
a safe haven to shelter me
from the chaos of life.