By Jillanna Babb
Am I healed, or heeled?
The answer is crushing.
I thought I had overcome the training
but now I see I am just the same,
blinders on so I can carry on;
Until I can’t anymore.
My long struggle
A flickering light desiring the breath of life.
Love and art brought me forth, saving me from lonely devastation.
I never really escaped.
Yet I live!