I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
Tag: Myalgic Encephalomyelitis
Watery Stagnation
Knee-deep wading in electric yellow waters of mud-laden stream the coveted prize – a mutated version – Christ’s fish hovers arms reach away – have
Ache
Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson)
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
Attack
Compromised, scaling a steep dangerous cliff wall desiring relief, a sign to indicate a turning point an exit nothing worldly can calm anxiety uncertainty life
