Hit By Illness

Illness, like a stealthy thief, snuck up on me, knocked me flat, and ransacked my interior, Taking things I didn’t know were missing until I got back up again. Gone was the mask of illusion that shielded me from my mortality. Bare were the walls that kept sorrow hidden for years. Robbed of certainty and confidence in my own capabilities, I stood vulnerable in the uncluttered space of my life - and found poetry.