Surreal, This Life

Sunday morning runners
pass by bay window,
oozing life, while I strain
to catch a glimpse, movement
tenuous – irony of life
rendered surreal
by chronic illness.

(Twitter Tuesday.  For more Twitter poems find me @Vjknuton.)

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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.

13 thoughts on “Surreal, This Life”

  1. Oh, I hope you begin to feel better. I see my husband’s struggle with health issues and I watched him, an avid runner all his life, look with longing today as we saw a jogger on the sidewalk as we returned from the doctor’s – again. Sending hugs of health your way.

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      1. Thank you, V.J. He is battling the aftermath of two acute issues but nothing chronic. Although, it might lead to a permanent reduction in his energy/mobility which would be a great loss I can see it would best be served by the grieving process. I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks.


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