Ramblings of a Northern Girl — PD in Poetry 2022 — Week 19 — Never Let It Win
Relaxing on holiday,
Fuelled by my creative imagination
And a dose of erratic, unpredictable pd anxiety,
I thought my beloved cat had died.
Two long nights of no sleep,.
No reassuring news from the neighbour,
Vivid pictures in my head
Of burying her under my beautiful flower bed,
Where she often, with great indifference
Did her business.
Everyone soothed “Don’t worry”
Everyone smiled and said “She’ll be fine”
And yet, the logic of their kind words
Only locked into my wobbly brain,
Thoughts of her untimely demise.
This is what this condition does.
Doubt, worry, inexplicable bizarre thoughts
Of a cat buried under a bright pink geranium bush!
She’s looking at me now with utter disdain.
Big green eyes that are saying
“It’s your own fault for going away”
As she saunters off towards the flower bed!
