Chasing bridges

I am feeling torn apart. Afraid to breathe lest I should crumble. Definitely on edge.

I know life is like this – the past circles around and confronts us when we least expect it.

Things come in threes, they say – whoever ‘they’ are. First, a child missing, which triggered memories of my own abduction as a young teen, and now, another child has pulled away. An adult child.

I don’t know if my heart can endure it.

If I am absent, it’s because I’m chasing bridges – hopefully paved with forgiveness.

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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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