VJ knocks it out of the park with this piece! In my comments, I mentioned “We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give in to each potential for pity. ” because she absolutely understood that with these words. Another one for the “hits home” category. Enjoy!
Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.
(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)



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