Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Life in a shoe


There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many headaches  she didn't know what to do
She gave them some pills but still felt so ill
That she took a hot bath and it gave her the chills

She went on a diet  She quit eating things bad
Except for dark chocolate which is totally rad
She did some deep breathing and yoga as well
But nothing but nothing made her feel swell

Her kids grew up and all flew away
Her husband stuck around but the headaches held sway
Fall winter and spring came and they went
Summer arrived and still she felt bent

She went to the doctors and left feeling like crap
She had so many symptoms they gave her a plaque
They changed her medication to this and then that
But the pills made her dizzy  She couldn't add or subtract

The meds made her crazy  dizzy and blue
They left her feeling lazy muddled and stewed
She dreamed of travel  Of leaving behind
Her town her country her body  Her own kind


She went to the beach and then went there some more
She sat on the sand  and heard waves pound the shore
She felt the spray in her face and the wind in her hair
As she lay in the sand and sucked in the salt air

She walked into the water  Felt the lift of the waves
Tasted the salt on her tongue  Could have floated for days
At least for a while  the water was a way
To forget the pain in her head  A way outta the maze

As she lay there in liquid  her brow felt so cool
Her body felt at home in that vast wet pool
As time went on she returned again and again
To the watery world that removed all her sin

1 comment:

  1. This sounds as if it could be sung. I hear something of Bob Dylan in it. Love your drawings.

    I'm in the process of reading The Singing Neanderthals: The Origins of Music, Language, Mind, and Body, by Steven Mithen (from the public library) and also just finished reading a book called Illness: The Cry of the Flesh, by Havi Carel, a woman who teaches philosophy and writes about her experience of living with chronic illness. I had to order that one through Village Books. It was recommended by a woman with immune vasculitis who lives in Germany.

    Sending love and encouragement. The ocean has been a source of strength for me, too.

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