
Like a fog that won’t lift
on a mind that won’t clear
a haze in your brain
a thick mass that you fear.
It will make your judgement
be skewed out of whack
but sometime your senses
will quickly come back.
Until you are clear
remember the ones that you love
for you are the only one
besides God up above.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
love this Christine! 💖💖💖
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Thanks Cindy!
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indeed! 💖
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I read this through the lens of dealing with dementia in many around me… so sad a view…
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Funny that I didn’t even think of it that way despite dealing with my dad.
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A clear mind is a matter of survival during these times. We should always remember the ones we love. Lovely piece, Christine. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thanks Eugi!
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