Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Mental illness)
Echoes of my illness play in my head.
Stories play in my head:
replay, replay in my head.
I hear their music.
I hear their voices in my head.
Ripples of memory
that remind me of my illness.
I remember as I walk the supermarket aisles,
as I sit, hair dripping at the hairdresser, sipping tea,
sat clutching my bag in the back of a taxi.
Echoes of an illness reverberate...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:58 pm