GRUELLING ...

GRUELLING ...

For Britta, My M.E. Friend in Somerset

Once upon a happy time,

I had a life, full and varied ...

Now, a mere existence ...

With limits intolerably cruel.

A happy life is a feast ...

An infinite mix ...

Of different dishes.

The body cannot subsist ...

Nor spirit and soul survive ...

Let alone thrive ...

Solely on gruel.

Ffion