Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

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I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Hopelessness

image  from here 

Hopelessness Acrostic.

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  it  went  regardless of my  cry

Paralyised with fear unable to fly.

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

#JusJoJan prompt the 28th – “Beach”

Two years ago in May , on the Gower peninsula. A beautiful beach a beautiful day. Here’s an Acrostic Tanka in memory of a beautiful day.

© willowdot21

Blissful and quiet
Everyone see something new
Azure sea, maybe
Crystal waters of hidden depth
Holiday dreams will abound

Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

This too… #covid #cancer

The beauty of being normal, from Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I never thought that I would say it. It goes against pretty much everything I hold dear. But, between a world turned upside down from the fallout of the COVID crisis, to my own journey through the treacle-paved and elephant-strewn path of cancer, I have begun to appreciate a single facet of life more than I have ever done so before.

Just being ‘normal’.

Where the virus is concerned, we are each feeling its effects in different ways… and whether it is the lack of freedom, contact with loved ones, fear of contagion or the practical problems of lost jobs and home-schooling, few, I think, will be able to say their lives have not been altered by this microscopic bug. The changes have crept in or been imposed, bit by bit… it seems as if there are new regulations being made every day. The uncertainties and questions keep on coming…

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