ANGER, POSTPONED
I ´ll hold fast to all that was deep
in him
all that was human and valuable
to me.
Now I stand apart, watch him sideways
and lost, because the lines of our script
have changed overnight.
Even his chair, with a brown blanket
seems more a prop than reality.
I watch with eyes of wet steel
how a stupid disease devours my husband.
I hope that he just pretends,
provokes and challenges me.
I rage inside and silent: STOP this nonsense,
step out of it, don´t act the fool with me.
It is clear I can´t
postpone my anger. I almost choke,
stamp out of the house, bang the door
and run with heavy feet,
kick at stones
and yell at too red roses.
The wet steel flows.
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Author:
Marjon van Bruggen (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Living with an Alzheimer patient and taking care of him/her is not easy. It is demanding and most of the time very sad. But sometimes it made me angry, impotent. This poem is of being so angry.
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Comments6
Love the imagery. Great writing
thank you so much
A potent haunt of a read and from experience it reeks of real anger at this cruel thief who takes who we know and eats them piece by piece -- loud applause for sharing this difficult and saddest of times with us Marjon. Keep with your gift of writing dear poet.
Fay, those comments showing me people understand and are moved by my poems are a very much appreciated gift to me. Thank you.
A beautiful poem expressing the anger and frustration evoked by this insidious disease, Marjon! Well done.
Thanks for your dear comment Luis.
What a gift you have. The emotion leaps out and lunges at the gut.
Thank you, Heather. Glad you liked it.
This is a very powerful and emotional poem. Great imagery. Loved the last line. (The whole poem was great!)
Thank you so much, Christina
I can fully understand you getting angry on occasion, I get the same way sometimes, thankfully not very often. Good write.
Thank you, glad you understand.
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