Nestled in with childhood truths –
secondhand
perspective missing
Nursing a creeping creativity –
insignificant lucidity expanding
measurably hurried
Once social, now retreating
papered over failure
have fallen
frigid waves infiltrating
chronically pained
over and over
contemplating flight
freedom
Voiceless
expressionless
flat
even revelation muted
unmoving
protective boundaries
discussed
now crumbling
underestimated the struggle
the pervasiveness
Consider a militant approach
strident restrictions
nullifying passions
but I am a weaver
open to uncovering
blessings in failure,
compensated by soaring –
grounded yet questing
unsettled
disease is not a repellent for the mind
conjures movement in the sedentary
creatures born of defensiveness
I am motivated to find renewal
dank, moist, lacking flame
in this explosive personal nest.
(Written during my bedbound days, 2017. Edited for this edition. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 