DREAM ...

DREAM ...

For All My Dear M.E. Friends, With Whom This Will Resonate ...

I wake, some mornings, still in throes of dreaming ...

That life is normal, good, replete and full ...

That I will LIVE this day, and every other,

That the energy's within - I feel its pull.

But, then, I realise - this is only dreaming ...

My life's confined, restricted, and SO slow ...

And my hopes and dreams? Simply wishful thinking ...

And, yet again, I keel ... and kneel ...

Beneath this vicious, knock-out blow.

Ffion