I escape into sleep
When I'm tired
or feeling physically, emotionally hurt
Except that after having had epilepsy for half of my life
This escapism can be what makes it worse
I suffer from, I don't just have, nocturnal seizures
Although I have them rarely
When I do, bedlam comes in their wake
And my route to escape
My dreams, thoughts, and sleep
Make me vulnerable
and no longer safe.
©cih16
on the anniversary of my last Status Epilepticus
hospitalisation, January 2016
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.