I Am Beast

These barriers –
iced over sentiments
barbed-wire wounds –

How do we reconcile
when questions
resist answers?

What remains
to be solved?
I retreat into misery

Should never have allowed
heart to even hope –
Belle, you torture me so.

(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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