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.)
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve had this experience!
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Glad you can relate.
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🙂
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Beautiful, VJ.
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Thank you!
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Lovely post, V.J.
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Thanks
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VJ, well said. We still should venture that road less taken, at least on occasion. Unless it there is a sign that says watch for bears. Keith
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Lol. True. Thanks Keith.
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Perfect words embracing nature’s message in the photos! ❤
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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Beautiful, VJ! Words are very moving.
Thank you for sharing with us.
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Thanks for hosting!
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Lovely post VJ. Your sentiment really hit home this week
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Thanks Tina!
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