My little life is tired now
It wants to slip
into a slipstream
of clear water
and be washed
out to sea
My ramshackle apologies for poems
notwithstanding
and those postcards from the ledge
that catch the odd joke
as they fall
are not doing their job
My little life is tired now
My little prayers
My useless rage
My hopeless hope
The scratched out page –
All the tattered remnants
of the misremembered
and revised
are gathered at my bedside now
to gently close my eyes
I’m begging for some mercy
I’m begging to be blessed
I’m floating on a raft of lust
I’m hunting down my death
My little life is tired now
it’s curled up on this keyboard
to have a little rest
Postcards From The Window Ledge 
A fabulous title, as ever – and the photo is wonderful too, relaxing and hopeful before the words, so beautifully reveal the struggle of difficult experiencings. May Merciful Blessings hold you in their caress like the sea this raft.
Thank you dear Joanna xx
Dear Caro this touched me to the quick. Especially the ‘useless rage’ and ‘hopeless hope’. And these lines are not apologies for poems they are beautiful poems that touch this reader deeply. I love the lust and the hunting down that are there alongside the craving for rest. You inspire me to go deeper and softer. Love xxx
Being read is making me cry today… thank you Polly xx