I drink the backwash
of hollowed out promises

Is it me, invites indifference
expectations so low, self
gowned in layered shame?

How do I learn otherwise
break this toxic pattern
if not in pursuit of love?

(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.

18 thoughts on “Toxic”

  1. I concur with Rebecca as well!! Just gorgeous, Dame VJ. 💗 I’ve been thinking (and writing privately) along similar lines. Love the last stanza.

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