Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Poem: Untitled by Jillanna Babb

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
lean times

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!

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