I sit here...
Undiagnosed.

Myriad symptoms
that tell a thousand stories.
Plethora of aches
that divulged
where things may have veered off course.

Those around offered what they could.
I face open palms daily
and I recognise them to be
gestures of good will and empathy.

I accept with only appreciation and gratitude.

But the wisest could only
provide uncertainty at best.

This is me.
And I'm undiagnosed.

craven
crouched
crows with
human limbs
faces with beaks
preening
or searching
for
anything
that

shines


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/12/2017

How much I loved her??
an argument
took her to fifth floor
rolled down by hugging
through the stairs
to show.....,
How much
I protected her....

sea change always happens
at the point of no return

SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/25/2014