Once, with confidence,
stated my name –
clarity claiming
wisdom as mine

Today, sun burns,
I avoid conversation
question what is sane

This paradoxical state
of fluctuation, is it right,
and who among us is steady
enough to know for certain?

(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.

14 thoughts on “Paradoxical”

  1. This time of year change seems especially noticeable. Yesterday I noticed that the dogwood has lost almost all its leaves and just last week I was commenting on the depth of its color. I liked the ending of the poem, and I would say no one could be so steady.

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