Decades pass in a day
as stories unfold –
I cannot look away

War alters the landscape
renders time irrelevant
dreams ash amongst rubble

I have but an ear to listen
hand extended, heart open

Such merger recompense
for pain eternally imposed.

(Image mine)

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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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