Unwanted

culture, disability, ME/ CFS, poetry, writing 13 comments

Like a wanted woman,
I hide in public places

One step ahead of recognition,
ignoring friendly gestures,
leaving confusion in my wake

I’m tired of this game,
the pretence – long only
to turn myself in

tear away the mask
and announce
my presence

but I’m afraid –
could lose it all –
career, reputation

all for a crime I did not commit.

Oh wait…I already did –
just like a wanted woman…

(Image from personal collection.  My images, some with poetry are now available through Society6.  I’d love it if you’d check us out and leave feedback.)

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13 comments

      1. the stickers and note books are really nice, I am bookmarking to check it out again with my daughter, she’s more savvy when it comes to internet purchases. it is set up very nicely, pleasant to the viewer

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      2. I appreciate it. I’ve been making these designs for years not knowing what to do with them. My daughter told me about the site, and I’m just getting it together. Have enough that I will be adding more each day. Would love to hear what your daughter thinks.

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