Shoo, Pity

Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.

(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.)

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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.

34 thoughts on “Shoo, Pity”

  1. Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
    VJ knocks it out of the park with this piece! In my comments, I mentioned “We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give in to each potential for pity. ” because she absolutely understood that with these words. Another one for the “hits home” category. Enjoy!

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  2. Wonderful take-off on Emily’s famous poem. I so admire your honesty. For me, it’s so refreshing to not have to pretend everything is okay. Thanks for sharing!

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  3. This entire piece gives you a great visual of pitfalls and determination but this line here was amazing – “feeds off flakes of moulting skin”. We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give into each potential for pity. Wonderful, VJ! And the image is stunning. My hat’s off to you. 🙂

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  7. I really love your poetry and I don’t comment too often, simply because I run out of superlatives. But this one? Oh my! You stopped me “in my tracks.” Powerful.

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