There are shores that remain
ever-etched upon my heart –
emotional tides that tug
and carry me, currents
of past revelations –

I remember drowning
in the swells of loneliness
always the outsider, the grains
of this sentimentality
still shredding my adult soul.

(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.

25 thoughts on “Grains”

  1. I was always an outsider as a teenager, but it was largely by choice. Even at that age I thought the price tag for being an insider was too high. However, I made that choice myself, and I felt a lot of compassion for and defended those who were ridiculed and marginalized.

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    1. I think we outsiders are a breed of our own. I don’t remember feeling loneliness in those days – more after my marriage failed. I was still young.


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