Sunday morning runners pass by bay window, oozing life, while I strain to catch a glimpse, movement tenuous – irony of life rendered surreal by
Tag: chronic illness
Failing
Educated in curriculums qualified to lesson plan and structure evaluations far reach from current course – platform inaccessible, only student self – a disagreeable sort
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
What Scars Remain?
Should I escape these shackles, manage to re-surface, swim despite this weakened condition against the currents of disability, find myself once again on the solid
Unwanted
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
