No Way

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Looking for a direction
but the way was blocked
the carefully manicured path
not for the likes of me

Then the snow came
and the tree lined path
bore no tracks of passersby
and I was not brave enough to try

So I waited, as the seasons changed
but Spring bought flooding
and the way was more treacherous yet –
Inside I remain, resigned to a hermit’s tale.

(For Cee’s Which Way challenge.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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