The Diagnosis Poem by Ernestine Northover

The Diagnosis

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I feel as though, there's a numbness in my head,
But I'm not dead,
My brain is fighting through thick clouds of fluff,
Indistinguishable stuff,
Reactions are of a slow and thickening kind,
Enveloping the mind,
With tiredness setting in, and responses slow,
Of thoughts, there is no flow,
This trauma that has hit us sharp and cruel,
Has left me short of fuel; ,
Energy has petered out and so,
I'm feeling pretty low,
But positive I know I have to be,
For 'him'. you see!

© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 10 April 2006

A moving poem from the heart, sometimes I just don't have the right words, I can only hope that me saying this has told you more, Love duncan

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Esther Leclerc 25 February 2006

You've written so well of that heart-mind disconnect when harsh truth hits, so hard to hear much less accept. If prayers are needed, let me know - I'd want to.

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Scarlett Treat 18 February 2006

Your love for 'Him' shows through and makes this a beautiful poem.

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Peter A. Crowther 16 February 2006

Good fighting poem. I hope it doesn't mean you are ill

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Gina Onyemaechi 16 February 2006

Ernestine, you're more than positive: you are strong. Best wishes, Gina.

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