Sonnet for Sally 

(A gift for my lovely friend.)

Sweet Lady, thou must realize thy worth,
That filled with kindness, patience and reserve,
Thou dost eschew the hated burden pride,
And pour out love, which soft’s the strainéd nerve.

Your gentle wit, and sense of humour found
In trifles, and absurdities displayed
By those whose egos yet to taméd be,
Are dignified, and lovingly portrayed.

Though confidence and wisdom growing yet
Have room enough to stretch out longer legs,
Thy openness, humility of heart,
Shall see them flourish where desire begs.

For unseen strength in gentleness resides,
So challenging the heart where grace abides.

Panic Attack 

A sudden switch 

From relative calm to the high breath,  frenetic energy of being frozen inside yourself – 

Swooping in, uninvited and unwanted, 

Attempting to rob me of my peace, 

My rest. 

A predatory bird, who 

having spotted its prey,  

Is determined to feast. 
I fight. 

Sometimes I win. 

Sometimes I can fend it off, but never without a few wounds from frantic pecking. 

A bath, a lie down, a walk, 

Space – 

the option to drop everything for a short while and go. 

Or hide. 

It helps. 
I never lose forever. 

Sometimes I just have to let things go – 

nothing is too important to demand I don’t put a foot on the brake – 

for a while. 

It will pass. 

And thankfully I am not alone. 

You are here, 

And I am grateful.