Apr 9, 2022

AT A STROKE




 


How comforting to chatter, 

Over everyday events and topics of great seriousness and sadness. 

Followed by laughter and jokes, 

To wipe wisps of lingering sorrow away.

It’s a stunner when in mid-stride, or waking at dawn, 

You find your speech has mysteriously gone. 

Your brain races as does your breath and heart, 

Trying to trigger your speech to restart.

Eyes frantically scan each face, 

To see if they understand the garbled mixed messages you now make. 

They can’t! They are trying! So are you.

Frustration, tears and despair are immediately shared. 

As you wait controlling fear, for help to arrive.



© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen 

Photo: Pixabay License

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