Caught relaxing – ignorant sleep, treacherous faith beneath security salvation preyed upon, skin-crawling danger support ill-gotten rescuer threatening outcome beastly misunderstood I am off-work, harassed
Category: ME/ CFS
Discord
Does illness have a voice, and if so; is it melancholy, or dark and dank, divulging deepest despair, or revealing a vileness of nature? Discord
Losing Ground
In corners, I scrounge – resilience fading; hope, it seems, is sleeping. Living a quarter life, even ascents depressed; dubious that alternatives are worthwhile. Walls
Dare I Hope?
Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of this life. Dare I respond, or is this merely the sharp deflection of
I Need a Bridge
The gap widens – the life I’d envisioned washed away by current reality – widening span. I need a bridge – expansive enough to carry
(Self) Portrait of a Waitress
Jumbo Jet they called her – fast on her feet, zooming in, swooping up trays, delivering with flight attendant flair. When did she turn to
