Fame’s Lament

Wrestle me from the spotlight
there is comfort in the dark

Shadowed corners are fertile
where nimble imagination feeds

Weary of the light; I beg of you,
drag this scorched ego

Where edges softly disintegrate
and oblivion refills lost bliss

(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.

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