Hope glitters
like rays of golden
sunlight piercing
the thick overgrowth
of my life.
Dare I respond
or is it just the
sharp deflection
of light on tinfoil
meant to keep
the scavengers away?
Hope glitters
like rays of golden
sunlight piercing
the thick overgrowth
of my life.
Dare I respond
or is it just the
sharp deflection
of light on tinfoil
meant to keep
the scavengers away?
Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by VJ

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