Grace Carlyle
DECEPTION OF TIREDNESS
buried under a wait of exhaustion
there is no fragrance in my words
fold the flowers away,
the sun shines
why do I hear rain?
Illness has been a common thread throughout my life, that of those close to me or my own. It set me on a course that would ultimately prove against me, yet I determined to grow up strong, healthy and financially independent – if it killed me.
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