How did this chasm,
this canyon of lies
become our normal?

Facts, once the sword
of intellect, redundant –
we fight with hyperbole

Voices raised, egos puffed –
I long for calm, doubt
we have the wherewithal
to bridge the divide.

(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.

30 thoughts on “Disillusioned”

  1. The eternal question of the day(s). If we’re not careful, reality starts to slip away as those voices get louder and louder. A “canyon of lies” – well put! Your image is an excellent choice.

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  2. Recognition of our somewhat-self-inflicted wounds is the first step toward collective healing. Patience is essential as each of us is ahead of some, behind others in coming to recognition: collectively, we are our enemy and our only hope for survival. [I wonder how much of this will show up 50 years from now in high school history classes?!]

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