Like a wanted woman, I hide in public places One step ahead of recognition, ignoring friendly gestures, leaving confusion in my wake I’m tired of
Category: ME/ CFS
Sleeping Alone
Sleeping alone with so much intrusion – child born of good intentions awash in a trail of barricades I cope, cook up breezes, strike wet
Rapture
It’s odd, this gift of solitude. Perched beside the canal that runs behind our site, I affirm my connection to the earth, give thanks for
Maybe
Maybe I just needed a new perspective – like the famed Hanged Man of tarot – committed to some deep, internal need, willed a horizontal
Foundational Flaws
Proficient at constructing frames, I plaster over old mistakes, convinced that survival equates with marble – am I not a living example of metamorphosis? Yet,
Ride Along With Me 2
Passenger, I am – delegated to back seat – input seldom asked for, even less appreciated. I ride along. Passenger, I am – at best
