Take me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
Category: ME/ CFS
Heavenly Day
Sun slices through slumber – Day, wrapped in cerulean, beckons. Not an early riser, I balk, until sensibility intrudes, argues autumn’s passing – I concede,
Resilience
Purpose – much coveted, despair-driven – has returned. Energy – motivation to proceed – building. Willingness – once vibrant, now constrained – resists. Chasms –
Dis-abled Self
A wounded creature, I circle the pack; A laggard seeking inroads, missing cues; A social wanna be without the smack – This fogged state a
Genetics
I search for father in this pain, recall limbs wrapped, liniment-lathered, how he cried out relief beyond reach judged his suffering as emotional – a
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
