I didn’t want to come to the realisation
that ill never walk but seeing my grandson
made me realise that I was like that
when I woke from my stroke in intensive care
trying to grasp the language of these words.


It was as if I was reborn an adult, It feels like
I’m compelled to write down these feelings
of loneliness and silence as if I have to make sense
of this scientific term locked-in-syndrome.


They talk about the power of words but these words
really and truly saved my life it seems as if
I’m an alchemist turning this muck into gold.