Reset, Please

We define our lives in acrostics
while nature audits the damage

We bemoan isolation
while Mother exhales

A sigh of hope –
all praying for reset.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson.  Image my own.

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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.

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