Concessions

Squatters fill the corners
of my unused mind,
a constant clatter
detracting from intention

Incensed by the implication –
how others have used me –
how boundaries have no effect

I demand they leave…
Futility at its best

Then I hear the child cry
a tug on my undernourished heart
certain of her need unattended

I will take her in my arms
seek out accountability
find only neglect
and manipulation

Flatter myself that I, alone
can save her –
let the intrusion be

more fodder, I concede
for the pen…

(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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