Aoife writes:

This is poem about a nurse called Kelly.


A welcome hug…
When home seems so far away.
I clasp her wrist through each procedure.

Is another breath drawn.
I survived the night.
Despite, my bed feeling
more like teeth,
Gnawing at me.
Or was it anxiety?

Even if the trees outside keeping dying,
And I roam barefoot on the shards of my eyes.
Like a stray cat roams,
will take my hand;
Leading me home.

Aoife Cunningham

Previously: In My Element

A Path Made Of Thorns

Memory Storage

Wings Of Wardship

Running Out

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9 thoughts on “Leading Me Home

  1. Fearganainm

    Bualadh bos, Aoife. It’s great that you see the good in Kelly and that she’s there for you. She sees the good in you, too.

  2. Janet, dreams of an alternate universe

    everyone knows stray cats have the most swagger/ charm ;)

  3. Daisy Chainsaw

    I’m sure you know yourself that accepting help is a big step towards recovery and Kelly being there with you made enough of a difference that her support brought this beautiful poetry out of you.

  4. Breeda

    Appreciating all the Kelly’s and nurses in our ED and hospital wards and departments.
    Doing such great work leading so many of us home.

    Thank you Aoife for the timely reminder and your dedication to Kelly. Beautiful words.


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