Murmurs from the past – tied to a former identity – question my social absence I have divorced that life, that self, and yet, memories

Murmurs from the past – tied to a former identity – question my social absence I have divorced that life, that self, and yet, memories
(Originally posted May of 2014, this poem describes the early days with ME/CFS. This is an edited version of the original.) Rain pelts against my
There is anger in dis-ease, an impotent railing against the injustice of biological systems bent on breaking souls; this relentless drag, this mournful existence, it
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
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