This month Colleen has chosen a Tanka Prose as our form to work with this month. I am not too good with this form I need more practice. I have written about my husband struggling with the aftermath of covid .
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Another night where sleep eludes us. The cough is so harsh and painful. It racks his being. I cannot sleep , I feel the strain on his body.
Silently I lay still for fear he may of found sleep and I do not want to wake him. Minutes pass I resist the urge to check he’s still breathing and I relax. Suddenly the rasping cough returns and rips the peace asunder.
Finally the dawn creeps through the curtains, he is silent, sleeping. I arise exhausted to face another day.
night shadows enfold
we exist in half life fear
will we ever rest
the covid cough is so cruel
lack of breath day and night tires.
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