A Different Day
I woke and knew that this would be
A different kind of day
Hot tea, a kiss - a loving hug -
And I was bravely on my way
***
Through February lanes that once
Like ropes
Had bound me to the house,
Unfurling, now, like sunlit paths
To a Way of Life and Hope
***
And, on the back seat, Anxious Thoughts
Had joined me for the ride
Yet, as we sped to Devoran down Cornwall's wooded spine
Their petty, whining, fearful voices
Started to subside
***
My head was full of beauty
Muffling the sound
New vistas, towns and villages,
Suddenly, I found
New feelings in my limbs and mind
Blocking the rear view
New highways clearing in my head
Everything seemed new
***
Think calm thoughts, and you'll be calm
The beasts in your woods might well have gone
A hint that all might well be well
Has me driving West to lift the spell
***
I park the car
The Voices sleep
And two brave women I now meet,
Brave, because they share with me
Their gifts of freedom, hope and vulnerability
***
Today, I left my home
An anxious, moaning little mouse
And then a lady shone a light,
A bright illuminating thought:
I du my fear
I du my hurt
I du my tired and weary life
I du, I du, I du ...
I DON'T!
And what's more
I WON'T, I WON'T!
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And, suddenly, a tiger strode
Along that shaft of proffered light
The Coach asked,
"Who, exactly, would you like to be?"
I smiled and knew,
"That Tiger's Me!"
Emma Staughton February 2011
