Living with the Unwritten

Impossible to ignore –
even though I’ve tucked it away
there, between the chair
and credenza –
a life-sized story,
waiting to be told.

As much as it compels me
to pay attention,
I am repulsed –
this is my life
we’re talking about

And not just mine –
the tale weaves itself
with tragic threads of others
and what right do I have
to expose that?

And yet, I don’t know
that I have the strength
to squash it – this living
breathing thing…
wandering aimlessly
about this house.

(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.

37 thoughts on “Living with the Unwritten”

  1. Having been away for the summer, I’ve been taking some time to catch up on your work. Looking at a whole group at one sitting, I’m so struck by the depth, quality and consistency of your work! And then, you add the artwork. πŸ˜‰ Just wonderful.
    Julie
    P.S. This particular poem really touched me.

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