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 
If you don’t have to risk it, stay indoors!
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That’s my motto, lol
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Definitely mine too! 🙂
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…in my mind, I see the flickering flames of the fire and feel the warmth emanating from the hearth…
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Best part of winter. Thanks
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Pretty to look at from inside, but outside, stay off the roads! (We’re forecasted for a snow storm at the end of the week.
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Ugh, I think we are too.
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VJ, I love the word “hearth.” It is one of those words that conveys what it provides. Let’s get a cup of tea, hot cocoa or apple cider. Keith
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Exactly. I’ll have one of each.
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A lovely poem
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Thank you
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You’re welcome VJ
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