“The self is not enough.
But that’s all we’ve got.”
Said a voice
Yet I sensed a
As if some light
of a tiny
(Above is a poem from when I was aged 20.
Inspired by things glimpsed during semi-conscious states.)
Creating verse seems beyond me, at present.
The flu, with its fevers and headaches, has eased.
But post-viral depression lingers on.
Viewing the current lockdown, from the perspective of someone
isolated by chronic illness (mainly housebound and alone) for over 30 years:
it feels rather strange to see so many people now
struggling to cope with a slightly similar situation.
If symptoms improved, restless urges for social life would also trouble me.
As fate turned-out, the chances for love, friends, or normality, faded long ago.
Of course, current restrictions could, shortly, be lifted.
While my own health problems remain incurable.
I thought of writing a post about dealing with solitude.
Though I worry this blog’s reach is too small, and my circumstances too unusual,
for helping others.
Comments are always VERY welcome! 🙏
Hope everybody is well?
Have you spent more time online?
(I’ve found lots of interesting new blogs in the last few weeks.)
Thanks for reading! 🙂
(Art on this site is mine.)
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