Beneath vulnerability,
a piccolo, a sprite –
a tiny being with might,
a heart that shines,
radiance unsurpassed

One must dig past
brambles and spikes,
peel back wall of dislikes –
essence dwells in a den,
like buried treasure.

(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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