Child Like Me

A child like me
doesn’t believe
in wishes –
bruises a reminder
that wishes are bombs

Don’t ask me to dream –
eyes fixed on escape –
give me a nook
where I can hide –
buy one more day.

(Image my own)

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VJ

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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