Zebra Unicorn

Alternative Text: a zebra unicorn stands on clover grass under a starry night sky full of shooting stars   Unicorn Zebra rarest of the rare, horses say we don’t exist, seek us where we roam.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Lost Words

losing words and dates again, I laugh when I have trouble with a form but part of me is frightened, my neurology is not the norm, never was, but this dense fog is getting deeper;   first I cannot read as I lose focus, my thoughts loop, as I infer what I inferred before before…

In black and white

You may not see our battle scars,

but know this; we are not victims

we are this world’s warriors.

Heart

cardiology; ‘an abnormality of the functioning of the autonomic (involuntary) nervous system,’ another one; a condition common with my co-morbidities, nothing I’d not guessed we already do much of what they say I should, I laugh during the tests; “Don’t get up too fast,” he says smiling knowingly – as if I could, and we…

The Unanswerable (#VJWC)

My favourite quotes have long included “Do not fear death, fear the inadequate life.” Long the unanswerable question that lurks on the edges started roaring loudly.

Absent I

Lost focus; Thoughts are flighty friends, Loneliness Born within The absent I escaping All navigation.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

When Light Hurts

*trigger warnings regarding chronic conditions, including particularly serious ones   Migraine I recognise Sensory disturbance, I’m calmer knowing what it is; My brain   On fire, Waiting For full diagnosis Thinking of Dad’s aneurisms, Anxious,   My sight blurs I am fire and ice Pressures rise Behind eyes; I had brain damage at birth, Now…

Disposed To Be

  They’re kind words, true; difficult times never last forever, this news, not hers, only mine inclined ‘til the bow;   I won’t be OK; incurable, I’ll dazzle like a wave, breaking.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch   With Thanks for Colleen Cheesbro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, this week the words were trouble and game and I chose…

I am Zebra

There are stripes

Hidden within

My pale skin,

Zebra stripes

Where the matter of me is stretched thin

Light and dark matter between

Each cell’s loose connections,

Each day my stripes go unseen

By those whose fear casts reflections;

Projections of who they fear themselves to be

As they try to warp and bend my sense of identity,

But their fear is not me.

Do Say

Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.