RECOVERY
it’s like wearing a hat all day
and then taking it off at night
something in me is missing
I feel the brim just above my eyes
the tightness clinging to my head
my hair curling up along the sides
but my head is bare now
it lies alone upon the pillow
sensing a lack it cannot grasp
we take comfort in the forms we assume
they get us here and there
but are you really comfortable in your skin
when I reach for what’s known
I encounter vague amputations
as if my legs have disappeared
disengaging from my battered torso
walking out the back door
a ghostly figment of my mind
I’m left with the odd reality
that my life will now require
days upon days of painful crawling
we take comfort in the forms we assume
they gets us here and there
but are you really comfortable in your skin
hatless leg-less how shall we continue
beyond our broken selves
how do we recover from loss
Charles B. Snoad 