To age is to feel the miraculous and often disturbing changes in one's body and mind.
When I wrote this I was dealing with middle age musings about my own body, especially my bones in my knees...
Sometimes people look at you and see the picture of health but your body is a map with stories to tell...
Shhhh if you listen carefully you can hear...

So recently I was invited to participate in a spoken word poetry open mic night and the subject was death.
It is a subject I am all too familiar with having spent the first part of my career as a nurse and some of my third as a support worker for people diagnosed with blood cancers.
I wrote this poem a while ago and was going to perform this for the open mic night but I ended up coming up with something else, something way more raw, so now I can share.
This one is for you NP...x