Her Ligature

My ‘Limp’ is just Perfect,
I can still feel
the cobweb of the ‘Sprain’
… I am ‘Real’ again.

At the Hospital Cafeteria,
a Gentleman
held open the door for me
and said, and I quote
“There you go, sweetheart.”
as I hobbled on by
… absolutely Beaming.

Last week I was invisible,
to everyone
but the ‘Mock’
… under the stairs
I sketched my arms
with a compass point
… the relief…
there was no ‘Relief’
… I have moved up a Level.

Permanent ‘Crutches’
… a chair whilst I queue.
‘Eye-Contact’
and ‘Thoughtful Manners’
from The Strangers,
who for all of those years
… branded my Soul
with their callous indifference.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.