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 wow!
Now, this is something I do see almost everyday but fails miserably whenever I try to capture it.
Thank you so much for sharing this with my challenge, VJ 🙂
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Thanks Hammad.
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Such a familiar picture. I can hear the honking LOL
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Lots of that going on these days.
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I’m in the centre of the city. I haven’t heard any lately. Wait. I did about a month ago.
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Great captures! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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It’s that time of year!
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It is!
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VJ, it truly looks like they are all on a string. Good capture. Keith
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Thanks.
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Love it!
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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