still, I ache Sarah Agnew2022-10-13T14:01:41+10:303 June 2020|Fatigue and the Black Dog, Poetry|Comments Off on still, I ache life with chronic fatigueI swam to move the muscles: still, the flame raged. I soaked to loose the muscles: still, the flame raged. Spa jets to soothe the muscles: still, the flame raged. I stopped, I slept, I let the muscles rest – and yet Share this FacebookRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestEmail Related Posts Holy Week poetry 15 April 2025 Diary of a Chronically Exhausted Vicar. A new chapter 8 April 2025 Liturgy for the General Secretary 5 December 2024