Fortress

Illness has built
the bricks that bind
has birthed this wall

I am postnataly withdrawn.

If I emerge
it will be armed –
sharp comebacks

I am curious
about the caring
my rage running deep

Can you see it’s outlines –
zones broken out
of the practical

Quieting the hurt?

(Image AI generated)

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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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