You may bask in the radiance that is my presence,

You may tan in the light that shines out of my arse,

You may learn from my valuable lessons,

But don’t you ever dare ask.

You may enjoy my immeasurable patience,

You may delight in the resplendence of my energy,

You may admire the value of my many relations,

But don’t you ever question me.

You may marvel at my skill, my grace, my brain,

But you will always remain silently devout,

Because it is very plain:

You are never meant to find out.

31-05-2010 om 19:24 geschreven door Anneke  

Now my arthritic hand

Strokes your wrinkled cheek.

My aged eyes

Follow your brittle motion.

And I still seek

With the same emotion

For what, in years,

I thought I’d found.

In my deaf ears

Your words still sound.

As I think of them again

I know that none of it has been in vain.

23-05-2010 om 12:31 geschreven door Anneke  

One of these days

When I stop dreaming, and hoping,

and start working with plain facts,

I might start coping,

I might relax.

One of these days

When I stop the search, and cease the fight,

Maybe I will be alright.

And if I do come to take off my mask

And face the world in all its glory

I might be clear about my task

And finally understand the story.

Then I will settle any debt,

But not just yet.

18-05-2010 om 12:34 geschreven door Anneke  

‘I’m on incapacity now’ I answer.

‘Oh, is that good?’ you ask.

It’s alright, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘I don’t know what to say’, ‘It’s shit’, you say.

‘Ring me any time you need to talk’, you say.

Well, thanks, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘I can take you out for a ride’, you say.

‘It will get you out of the house’, you say.

And it does, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘You’ve got so much courage. You’re so strong’, you say.

‘Strength takes on many different forms’, you say.

You might be right, but I’d rather have my life back.

‘Have you thought of…’,  you say.

‘Perhaps if you…’ , you say.

‘Couldn’t you…’,  you say.

‘Why don’t you…’ , you say.

‘Hadn’t you better…’, you say.

While I struggle on trying to get some of my life back.

17-05-2010 om 14:58 geschreven door Anneke