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Flight

I fear the elephant in the room;
that which has shaped my path,
gifted me empathy,
crafted resilience
and inspired imagination.

How ironic that now life is lived
desperately filling the mind,
frantically learning,
feverishly planning,
furiously creating,
as I run from the beast
that has bequeathed me so much.
Written by Wafflenose (Ellie)
Published
Author's Note
Is it the illness which drives me, or my fear of it and subsequent attempts to outrun it? I'm not sure.
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