Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest II 
Oh, they are so precious!
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They really are. Thanks.
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So precious VJ!
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Thanks!
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With those two little tow-headed cutie pies, it’s no wonder the sun is shining!
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They definitely keep things light. Thanks Liz.
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🙂
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That is so true … the sun does always sign. 😀
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Adorable! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Smiles all around.
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Best kind!
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Little rays of heart sunshine!
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That’s absolutely what they are!
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