the teacher

the teacher
note from self

catapulted onto stone
she can’t speak
and barely breathe
yet there’s an invitation
let pain be pain
the aching, stabbing
or, let the mind get busy
building stories into suffering
pain and torment
the double whammy—
far worse than finding the
thread of breath again
accepting help
and staying only oh! only
in the present moment
here, in the warm sunshine
lying on hard rock
head cradled in her
husband’s precious hands

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

4 thoughts on “the teacher

  1. TL Hunter-Reginelli

    Oh, my sweet AmritaSkye🥰 I feel your experience. So personally! Ren just picked me up from the airport today. We were wondering and hoping about your retreat? Love, Lanettey

    Sent from my iPad



  2. Laurie and Timothy Neeno

    Amrita, I felt this one – totally tore through me. I respond to many of your poems (it goes to your WordPress I guess- today I added your other email address) and think you might not see them. I pray for an easy, smooth, and swift recovery for you. Give B an extra hug. XOXO, Rabia


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