A Small Step Towards Completion

Sound

Of small children's talking

And running around

At a thousand miles per hour

Fills the public library.

As

They explore

The surrounding

Racks.

Looking for

That elusive book

To take them away

Body and soul

To a magical place.

Myself

Am looking on

Like a voyeur

From a computer

Writing my thoughts

Down.

Oddly enough

My normal reaction is

To run far away

But it is absent

Today.

Maybe

Their youthful energy

Is recharging

What was stolen

As a child.

By repairing

Just a little bit

The huge hole

In my soul.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I think that this is quite a unique piece, i liked your obsevations as well, thanks for sharing

[therisa]

Thank you and your welcome, Sheema. I suffer from PTSD and large crowds are a trigger for me.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

oh dear, I know that this condition is temporary compared to your overall lifespan, with time and effort, may you recover as fully as possible, of course, not a straight foward journey though totally possible, best wishes

[therisa]

True, but it had gone untreated for many years, before I was diagnosed with it. Part of the reason, I am living on a disability pension.