Passenger, I am – delegated to back seat – input seldom asked for, even less appreciated. I ride along. Passenger, I am – at best
Tag: chronic illness
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
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
Chronic
Mitochondria, research says, holds the key to this malaise – DNA failing to generate required energy I push against facts, strive to hoist this stricken
A Call for Harmony
6:30 a.m. alarm sounds. “Time to wake up!” Compliance commands. “Just a little longer,” Sensibility suggests. Guilt, like an incessantly annoying child tugs on Conscience:
Open To Healing
Open to healing – delve into the subconscious create a space for inspiration. Ignore limited capabilities – no offerings are meager – enter with pure
