Fabricated

The loom on which
I weave
these threads
is more foreboding
than machinery

These fibres,
neither silken
nor wool,
cottoned
from misadventures,
miscommunication,
and inner unraveling

The mind,
an unpredictable
seamstress,
fabricates a flawed tale –
silver threads of wisdom
sewn between precarious lines –
consumer be wary.

(Image created by AI. This is an edited version of the original.)

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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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