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Messy

Life is a mess. I try so hard to order it but it won’t do. The mess is there. And it wobbles me so. I must learn to yield to it. So many people have it worse than I do. I just want to know what is expected of me and how to do it as well as I can. My other needs are taken care of. I have the time and the comfort that allows me to fret. I know this. And I try to be calm. Now I have a job to do. I’ve done my best to apply order, to ask what is required. Now I must sit still and await this conversation. I want it go well, to be of benefit to him and to me. Let it be so.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.