Not Writing. A poem (of sorts) by Caroline Farrell

Of disquiet

The pang that lingers as reality bites

Mornings open to inspection

What next?

Of the belly ache. Someone forgotten

The distance. Forced and unnatural

Of the worry

The vulnerable

The children not cherished

Of fragile safety nets undone

And inevitable loss

Of love for kin held close

And the hollow of their absence

Of soul friends

The warmth of their knowing

Of energy sent and received

Of being blessed

Of hitting the reset button

For the chance to begin again.


Caroline Farrell is a writer and filmmaker from Dublin.

1 Comment

  1. Would love to teach that poem in my secondary school english class.

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