Webheads Poetry Pothole

Webheads Poetry Pothole

AWAKE

Awake.
looking up from the bottom of the pool,
Fight for the surface.
Released from dense web's,
which turns to fog.

Panic to Pain.

Why fight to find Release?
Why fight to find Order and Peace?

Easy to lay down and die.
Continually endure,
to reduce the effects.

Great is the burden,
small is the relieve.

Solitude supreme,
bringing order and peace,
beach, gentle waves,
blue sky.

A moment of normality,
so precious as Gold.

By Brian Simpkin March 1997

--------- Author's Notes ---------

One Perspective of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)

FORGIVENESS

Blessing from God,
To have you soothe away my fears.

My mind reeled,
As restless waves rolled shoreward;
To break and die beneath the dreary sky.

I feel your love for me,
touching, gentle unfailing tenderness.

Life comes back, The sun breaks forth,
To shine upon my weary mind.

Peace knowing all is well,
Forgiving, forgetting,
letting go of time past.

Peace.

By Brian Simpkin March 1997

--------- Author's Notes ---------

Written days before I survived Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)