I’m gnawing on possibility
the suggestion that my dabbling
could amount to something

What? my gut protests
reminds me of limitations
physical constraints

But I’ve had room to breathe
and resources at hand
and creativity, expansive

dwells in possibility
nibbles at suggestions
mind scrabbles to find

excuses – laundry,
a drawer that needs sorting
but the door has opened

and I’m seeing a path
a way through the noise
a sliver of light beckoning.

(For Ragtag’s daily prompt: gnaw. 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.

29 thoughts on “Gnawing”

  1. It’s remarkable how certain poems have the power to change the course of one’s day – and send ripple effects of hope through the rest… This is one of those poems! Very moving, life affirming!

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  2. Oh, I adore this one… though it’s hard to imagine that you wouldn’t imagine your work would amount to something… form and way with words always so elegant.

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  3. I love the opening line! It speaks of enthusiasm, energy…I can just see the possibilities swirling in your mind and that feeling of chomping at the bit to get going! The trick is not letting all the other stuff get in the way!

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