FatigueA Poem by The Blood Poetas a kid I felt I could never catch up with my friends with my homework physically or catch my breath everything felt like I was running up hill all the time like my body was 3 times as heavy as everyone else like trying to run swiftly underwater while wearing winter clothes feeling slightly out of phase with the universe I did my best. in the arts I was ferociously creative making up for the fatigue somehow feeling rested, restored, regenerated on the page " a painting, a story
as an adult I could never seem to catch up with my friends with my work financially or catch my breath sometimes everything felt like running up a hill like my body was twice as heavy as everyone else like trying to run swiftly underwater while wearing summer clothes feeling slightly out of phase with the universe I did my best. in the arts I was ferociously creative making up for the fatigue somehow feeling rested, restored, regenerated, reinvented on the page - a painting, a story, a sculpture, a film as an old woman they can never seem to catch up with me my friends my students community they lose their breath sometimes everything feels like running down a hill like my body could fly or like a mermaid moving swiftly in the sea feeling one with universe I am my best in the arts I am ferociously creative seeing well into the future; well before my time somehow feeling rested, restored, regenerated, reinvented, reincarnated on the page " a painting, a story, a sculpture, a film, a knitted scarf, a garden, a loaf of bread…
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Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on April 1, 2016 Tags: poetry, sickle cell anemia, anemia, illness, Canada, health, black poetry, African Canadian, African American, African, Africa, Black women AuthorThe Blood PoetVancouver, BC, CanadaAboutPublished poet, children's author and illustrator. I teach creative writing and art. Looking to meet other wondrous writing souls. more..Writing
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