Partnered once with compassion, believed in the power of human touch, dedicated myself to caring, certain I’d found my body of work time and circumstance
Walking away is the only solution I’ve ever excelled at, and yet absence does not obliterate that which dwells within – I can pretend that
May have been remiss in expressing appreciation how you carried me all these years – stride confident, pace swift, head turning grace – we wobble
Eager, I am, but limited, somehow stuck in the past, revisiting old disruptions – as unmanageable as before – Why do I seek validation there?
Tried to drop in, visit the past – hoped to resurrect old passions – all that remains are intellectual reserves, in need of costumes to
Social invitations sing of acceptance, delightful opportunity to intermingle for the hale, the rehearsed, practiced in the choreography of wardrobe appropriateness disability cringes – NO!