Once it is done and dusted All fixed, all busted. Sufferers become ‘Survivors’ Albeit bruised and battered, a touch rusted! They begin a journey afresh, A reinvention, a rebirth, a rush, Outlooks, attitudes, purposes, readjust! Mine though isn’t a war won, ‘Tis a battle on… A twisted ‘present’…continuous, A perennially prickly thorn…acrimonious, An everyday…momentous. The first to deplete… courage...
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