Gliding

In isolation, I am rock –
solid, fearless, present

Memories are moon-bows –
miracle of love, whispers
of what might have been

Will not let current fear
shape me; I am tethered
to faith, gently gliding.

(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.

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