13.04.2025

there was peaceful quiet

for just a few precious hours

when I didn't need to be anybody

and could simply exist by myself,

passing the time in ways I enjoy,

finally at peace after days and weeks

of struggling to keep up with life,

wanting nothing more than to tend

to my plants, my books, my writing,

revelling in a few hours of calm

and the birdsong of spring

it felt like I hadn't even quite

finished the thought before I was

abruptly, rudely called back to reality

with yet another nightmarish tale

of bad health and nights in hospitals,

— I'm slowly starting to wonder

if a small fucking break is really

too much to ask for