Facing Truths

I am communicator,
a friendly invitation
from the unknown

But the subconscious
alights on the familial –
gathers sanctimonious,
moneyless, old, empty
terrors of dysfunction –
spits out shame
and rage.

Like it or not –
I am vulnerable.

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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.

14 thoughts on “Facing Truths”

  1. WOW, so good! You’ve described me too, and so succinctly 🙂 Among other things, it’s the communicator in you that I gravitated toward ❤

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  2. This moved me deeply, V.J. I’ve been contemplating the “subconscious messages” that niggle and disturb my peace. I’m very touched by the depth of emotion in just a few sort lines.

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