Be kind... I am still getting used to writing after my stroke. It’s so hard but a friend’s experience prompted this one . Assisted technology sounds bizarre  reading back such a sensitive topic. I hope it still works as a poem. 

Gas light

It’s not a street light. 

It’s so hard to see. 

So unaware,

It frightens me. 

I’m not worth it.

Am I to blame? 

Is it my f...

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