If I appear to function,
it is testament to adaptability –

I am socially awkward,
with a side of dreamer –

wandering, spinning,
need someone to bring me back –

not adverse to fairytale kisses
or happily-ever-afters –

please, somebody beam me up,
set me down where life is

a festival – music, costumes,
the joyous sensation of belonging.



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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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