Brought you my pain –
swaddled like a baby,
a tiny fledgling
not yet ready to fly –
craved nurturing –
missed the hawkish glint,
the vicious drool –
all remnants of sanity
now shredded.

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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.

17 thoughts on “Prey

      1. it’s such a crime!

        just the other day two elderly gents were telling me not to let someone get away with something ….”but I’m a woman so I’m used to being pushed about” flew straight out of my mouth! The raw honesty of those spontaneous words blew me away …

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