Momentarily displaced –
a stranger, settled into
someone else’s comfort –

cumbersome in my own skin,
flirting with depression –
needy, not in control

attempt a facade, but
bored with connections –

dominance creeping,
sleeping, I reject warmth

Iced over.

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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.

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