still, I ache

still, I ache

2022-10-13T14:01:41+10:303 June 2020|Fatigue and the Black Dog, Poetry|0 Comments
life with chronic fatigue

I 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

pool light

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