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breath caught up in my lungs,
even my heart beats tired.
invisible from the outside,
fatigue cuts through
brighter than high beams on an SUV staring me down
in the dark of night.
so tired even my bones
back slumped while seated,
bent like the great old oak tree.
-Original poem by Nell T. of Yours Truly Nell –
Copyright 2022 Nell T.
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Hi, I’m Nell. First, I’m a wife and mother, and a believer in Jesus. I’m also a writer of words, maker of art, and chronically ill warrior. This space is where I document this one big beautiful and flawed life. Essays and diary entries, poetry and art, and peaks into my heart. Welcome.