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She was
Powerless to
Overcome her
Neverending
Tenderness for
A man
Never
Entirely happy
Or at ease
Under the
Spite of his mind.

Coming to her
Overcame his
Madness for
Barely a few
Unaching hours. He
Searched for her
Through his words
In every breath
Of this
New forever love.

R 25/06/2023 18:34

My IBS is dreadful today (and not in the way you might assume). I am wandering around with bricks for guts.

This is my last post before we go on holiday (and I’m frightened we might not go now, because of my stomach). In any case, I have come to the conclusion that a lot of the stress that creates this, is me screaming at the top of my voice about my writing and not being heard. I’m actually tired of it. And I’m not bitter, just tired and sad. I need a rest from everything – especially social media, writing, and self-publicising – except M and the kids and the cats.