Nightjar

To be as the nightjar,
identity hidden
in a nest of leaves

hunger for solitude
the time it takes
to heal soul wounds

Lies I tell myself –
true healing happens
with compassion

Sacred gift
of unconditional love
bestowed by a kindred heart

(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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