Sonnet 309.28 – Adjustment Disorder

Sonnet 309.28   They said my body would not be the same. My stride would shorten and my reach draw close. Sweaters I loved would hang loose on my frame Positioned to keep my scars unexposed. I was prepared for the changes of heart And soul, knowing some days would remind me Of how I […]

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Sonnet 309.0 – Adjustment Disorder

Sonnet 309.0   There was an expectation of balance Held between the vows of sickness and health, An assumption that choice could conquer chance If illness came to either of our selves. Fairness was always taken for granted As each of us lived by the golden rule. We trusted that life would be even handed […]

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Sonnet 309.24 – Adjustment Disorder

Sonnet 309.24   I’m sharing this room with my sleeping twin, My cat, my books and my parent’s voices Half-hushed from the kitchen and drifting in Talking about how there isn’t a choice. They talk about how life will be different For the family, but that we’ll all adjust To the things they say they […]

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