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The Brink

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The Brink

written by: Barbara Deraoui

@brmaxwell

 

I am slowly coming back from the brink
The edge we get pushed to by illness
It felt like being hit by a two by four
It’s a place where we may not feel ourselves
Where we may feel subhuman
The things we used to do become hard to do
Every nuance in our bodies gets serious attention
Wondering what does it mean?
We wait hoping, following doctors orders, our bodies to finally turn the corner
It’s a slow process
Sometimes two steps forward and one step back
It’s frustrating
Then one day, things seem to be turning around, though slowly
You begin to feel more like yourself
Energy starts to return
Appetite increases
It’s almost like you can feel the healing going on
It’s like magic

Finally, you step back from the brink into the light
You are becoming well

Barbara Deraoui

Barbara Deraoui

Barbara Deraoui (Maxwell) is a former career librarian and executive. She worked in some of the top libraries and media for over twenty-eight years. She also previously worked in the tech and science tech sectors and also managed a former NFL player. She has been writing poetry for most of her life. Her first book: Butterflies and fanciful thoughts was published 10 years ago. She is currently working on a memoir of a special time in her life. She currently lives with her husband in Marrakech along with their cat, Max.
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