Maladjusted

Immersed in trauma
I excel – bleed compassion

Can cut to the chase
employ know-how

Remain cheerful
whilst inhaling paranoia

Determined to connect
square the issues

But offer me kindness
touch with intent

and I will withdraw
gingerly inept

unaccustomed as I am
to Love’s cosmos.

(Submitted for Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt: cosmos. Image my own.)

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VJ

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.

24 thoughts on “Maladjusted”

  1. This poem struck me as sad, the lack of familiarity with love’s cosmos. I love what you did with quality of the light in the image. It’s luminous in a way that’s very appealing. It reminds me of the Viewmaster I loved so much as a kid, with its 3-D images beckoning me to enter.

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