at the end of days
all days, including today,
I am terrified of tomorrow, as if
every sleep is a death, a
dreamless, black hole that will
drain away and shadow all future
colour and
life ~

I know it not to be so, but
there is knowing and there is
knowing, and until I find the peace
to face this most elemental, daily
all my dreams will be grey and
formless, trailing away like the final
thrashing tail of my hurricane psyche
lost, mad, howling in grief
for things never born,
for the changeless,

c. Kate Gough


Photo by Mads Schmidt Rasmussen on Unsplash

2 thoughts on “Potent.ial

  1. Hi Katie,

    I must admit, I just don’t know how to respond to you.You can know, however, I do love you & Tim.

    Granddad H.



    1. Grandpa! Well, from everything I’ve been able to ascertain, writer’s blockages and baggage and hopes and fears are nothing to be sneezed at. But don’t let that worry you — Tim and I are doing well and we love you too! Hugs & blessings from Wales 🙂


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