Aoife Cunningham
Firefighters
Quick!
Grab some water.
She sparked another match.
She is aflame,
Again…
The psychiatric nurse sprays,
over my smouldering embers.
Sometimes,
I hold grudges.
Because I’m no longer alight.
Sometimes,
I hold grudges.
And,
My inner wolf bites.
I incorporate anger into my walls.
As you wheel me down the halls.
Down a path of light,
A path or rediscovery.
And recovery.
An unfamiliar road.
When my mind is desperate to go…
on this pilgrimage of fire.
Previously: Choosing Recovery
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Have I stumbled upon the meanderings of a 16 year old Emo from 2002?
Meeeoeww!
Well it wouldn’t be difficult to look back at her previous posts, gain some context, insight and understanding.
Easier though to just jump in there, two feet first, and poke fun.
Give the lady space to publish her work, it’s her outlet and I hope it’s working for her and I’m sure there are others who appreciate her posts and in maybe helps them too.
If it’s not your cup of tea, let it go ‘biscuits.
Biscuits and a cup of tea..mmmm.
Apologies I’m being overtly harsh and her previous poetry was great but this just seems out of whack
Apologies Aoife I’m a prize grumpy at the best of times
Loving your work Aoife, keep them coming.
“I incorporate anger into my walls, As you wheel me down the halls” is a very powerful couplet.
Good work as ever, well done.