Her Presence Is Comfort Indeed [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A striking and beautifully strong autumn sun shining
straight into the office creates a stifling atmosphere
making me feverish, the text to be translated is utter
confusion with words repeated even worse than any
previous text, no wonder tonight I feel ill

When my beloved invites me out to a meal I decline,
refusing his treat is an alien concept, I always accept –
tonight I wasn’t strong enough to eat anything, such
behaviour makes me feel self-alienated, fatigued to
exhaustion yet not tired enough to lie down

Bliss is only found if we become happy in ourselves,
as yet there is no such thing in my heart, the world is
the same – only I am not; and my daughter is here
enjoying her project asking me to spell foreign
words, her presence a comfort indeed – if only

Stomach and head would stop hurting…