Travelling to Leeds again I am struck
By how my horizons have changed;
Have shrunk beyond all recognition
My world, once blessed by love and
Alive with endless possibility; contracted
To painful and pain-filled within weeks
And now so small I hardly recognise it.
Once filled with light and colour
It has been reduced to muted shades
Colourless, but as secure as stone.
Though stone may shatter, few can move it
And I’ll defend to the death my life now.