The Wall

Illness changed the size of my life and I am still measuring the loss. There are dreams that did not die dramatically, just under fluorescent light at appointments. I miss the person who assumed the future was a hallway and not a locked door. I am still trying to make peace with the life that will not happen.

For the future that quietly disappeared

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