Purpose – much coveted, despair-driven – has returned. Energy – motivation to proceed – building. Willingness – once vibrant, now constrained – resists. Chasms –
Category: disability
Tired
so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me
Defeated, I Turn Away
Back rested against post, the figure guards the median – poised with cardboard sign, a simple plea for help. Positions himself amid gridlocked targets –
Good Afternoon?
Rumi’s dawn breezes – once sage advice – now taunt me. I am loathe to greet the day, not that I despise its arrival, rather
No Race Today
Left leg on strike, brain disengaged, energy scrounging for re-charge coming up empty Body derelict – this illness sensual agony – forgive my silences, any
No Sailing At The Moment
Time exists… …in moments fleeting intervals that pass… a vast ocean stretching… we are but tiny sails the water pulls I am tethered prefer concrete
