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Cured (I am not)

Cured, I am not

I am not cured

I am not cured

I am. Not cured.

If I keep saying it

One line after another

I am not cured

Either yes or no

'Cured' is what we want

It stares at me from the chair

The lack of a cure

It stares and stares

I can't

I just

I can't

Wishing believing

Hoping it to be true

It's all about me

It's all about you

Waiting watching

For the moment to be mine

When there is a cure

When there is a time

When normality is free

When normality is now

When we stop talking about you and me

When we look up

Look at the sky

Think and wonder

Why? Why? Why?



Back to front



That all will be well

That all will be fine

I can't see the future

I can only see the past

When did I run?

When did I come last?


Over run

Over and under

Life used to be fun

But what is it now?

What has it become?

What is life?

What have we become?

We wander through the day

We wander through the life

That we want to live

That we have started to miss

Mistaken identity

Mistaken mistook

Stop giving me that look

That look of yester year

That look of fear

That look

That says a single tear

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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
11 Μαΐ 2023

Perfect piece Julie! Thank you. It's raw, relentless and brutally honest....and therein lies it power, and to me beauty.

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
10 Μαΐ 2023

I echo Dawson's comments, the frustration is overwhelming at times.

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
09 Μαΐ 2023

Powerful words I can feel your frustration jumping off the page! We all hope for ythat elusive cure 😣

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