South Lebanon 1990s – (c)Michael J. Whelan
There are nights when you have had enough.
Disappearing into the shadow corners of your room,
watching the fabric of grey days unfold again,
move about in strange colours on the walls,
the window open to the world,
white curtain hanging half in
half out like a trapped ghost
fighting hard to escape,
to find its former self,
sink into its own bones and flesh
and the smiles of a lover.
Then, somehow, you shut the window on those dreams
and wait for a moment while the spectre hangs by its neck
till stilled, goes silent, limp.
You switch on the light and the shadows disappear,
courage fills you up for one more day.
There are nights still when I remember the grey days
but in my house the windows have blinds.
Michael J. Whelan
Part of a sequence of poems titled ‘Holding The Road’ which was published by Mark Ulyseas in Live Encounters Poetry Feast December 2016 see link below
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