The Watcher: Lizzys Angel part 1

I have tracked through landscapes unknown
Sorrows whispered voice stirs through,
Shadows enter and leave,
A momentary pause,

Time captured in interrupted space,
I am the watcher in this story,
The hand that supports,
The heart breaking.

The other that is of me and not me,
She is a soul fragment set free,
The wounded bird mending
Flight suspended in transitory space.

I stand as a member of the audience
As viewers shuffle through with gifts.
Well wishers breaking routine and entering
To leave again whilst I remain watching.

This sterile world where strangers shuffle
Through changing shifts.
Offering advice with little explanation
“You will have to do it on your own”.

My inner cry despairing,
Turning beyond tangible sight,
Where are my protection and my light?
Mother and child alone in the night.

She should not have to bare this,
To suffer through the pain.
I can not be alone in this disparate place
Pushing always pushing

She immobilised, I the bystander
No respite, you should be so many things by now
“How brave she is”.
“I have seen braver” the doctor says

Walking 30 kilometres a day
We did not tell you our expectations
Tut tut tut,
You are not doing enough.

The Watcher: Lizzys Angel part 1

Cheryle  Bannon

Melbourne, Australia

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