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Each time this poet lifts her head
Each time she thinks she might get well
There’s something new to bring her dread
Discouraging — no words can tell
Delays in funding, extra fees
Three day notice at the door
Home returns eternally
To conflicts were resolved before
Nor peace nor grace — security
Is but an evanescent dream
Feel flagging all ability
Things seem never as they seem
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:
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