I don’t know how some people survive
I don’t know how most people survive
We must close down to feeling, that’s probably how, and we may close down for years
We get on with things, don’t we, we keep going, keep the show on the road, imagine this is all there is – and really, it’s not bad considering
Numb becomes the norm, uncomfortable but manageable.
Some even applaud us. (They don’t realise.)
Though there comes a time when we just can’t continue, when body and spirit ask for release
And now feelings (if we can find them) must be taken out of the freezer and allowed to thaw
As painful as frozen hands in warm water, it’s a disturbing melting
And not always pretty
Though not a choice for those who wish to be free after all these years.
