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Rising Up

If there is  rhythm to life, then I am tone deaf;
if harmony, then I am

In life’s stream, I am not the flow, but the stick that protrudes diverting the current.

Injustice prevails; wrongs need to be righted.  I have passion and if I follow that passion it will be the red blotch on society’s nice white linens – my heart is too burdened for niceties, my body too battered for pretences.

Conditioning has silenced me for too long – I am shedding this good girl skin – exposing my rattle.  th-1

Let life begin.


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V.J. Knutson

Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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